"What a damn nuisance, coming to a party all happy, only to have my mood ruined by some idiotic rich brat!" Fang Jueyu parked his car in the underground garage, his heart aching at the sight of the scratch, almost wishing it had been carved into his own skin instead.
"Young Master, I thought you seemed quite pleased smashing that car just now!" Zhuang Ying teased, especially after seeing the expression and tone Fang Jueyu used when Chen Qiao made those impudent remarks—it had even intimidated her a bit.
"Pleased, sure, but it'll probably attract some trouble later on." Fang Jueyu had no illusions about spoilt rich kids tucking their tails and hiding away after suffering a setback.
"Are you scared, Young Master?"
"Scared? I'm not afraid of them at all!" If that nameless rich kid dared to cause trouble, Fang Jueyu could crush him completely, whether in terms of wealth or power.
