It has to be admitted that in this world there exists a certain type of people who, with just a single sentence or action, can engender endless hatred. In northern Huaxia there's a saying: many squabbles actually result from one too many glances.
At this moment, the young man standing behind Zheng Renxiong suddenly found the man who had just entered, named Xiao Qiang, particularly annoying. Specifically, Xiao Qiang's way of looking at him sparked an indescribable rage in his heart.
"What kind of thing are you to act so recklessly here?" At this moment, a middle-aged man sitting next to Zheng Renxiong abruptly stood up, pointing at Xiao Qiang and cursing.
Xiao Qiang coldly looked back at him: "This is the Qian Family's place. I am the lifesaver of Old Master Qian, and a friend and protector of the young mistress of the Qian family. Is it any of your business what I do?"
Pausing for a moment, Xiao Qiang's face suddenly darkened: "And who might you be?"
