He Xingdong's face sank. "What did you say? You want me to kneel down for your useless father?"
"That's right!" Wang Chao said.
He Xingdong's face grew even colder at the words.
Humiliation!
This was blatant humiliation!
In his eyes, Wang Anguo was a poor man who couldn't even stand on the stage, a lowly peasant.
But Wang Chao wanted him to kneel and apologize to such a lowly peasant. If this wasn't humiliation, what was?
He Xingdong's eyes were icy and he stared fiercely at Wang Chao. "Wang Chao, you can dream on if you think I'll kneel to your father, who is as low as a dog."
"With a useless father like yours, he's not even worthy to carry my shoes!"
"What did you say?" Wang Chao's eyes grew even colder.
"I said that your father is a poor dog, a lowly peasant who can't even compare to garbage in this world..." He Xingdong's gaze was ferocious, arrogant and demeaning Wang Anguo to dust.
Smack!
