"How could you swear at people?"
Ma Xiaoming didn't expect Tang Feng to turn hostile just like that, and he immediately protested.
"Because you deserve it. If you don't get lost now, you believe I won't smack you?" Tang Feng had long found this kid annoying, and now he had the audacity to try to extort him.
"Fine, fine, fine, you're finished. If I don't expose your store, I'll take your last name."
Pointing at Tang Feng's nose, Ma Xiaoming threatened, then turned his head toward the two people in charge of filming, "Did you get all that on tape?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Ming, we've got everything," the two replied anxiously.
"Please delete the video, or don't force me to get physical," Tang Feng turned and roared at the two.
Far from being intimidated, the two continued to use their phones to capture Tang Feng's rage.
This was exactly the material they needed.
