Liang Tao, red-faced with anger, rolled up his sleeves ready to rush in for a heated argument. However, He Xing raised his hand to stop him, "Liang Tao, let me ask you, if you were bitten by a dog, would you bite back? Aren't you afraid of getting a mouthful of fur?"
Xia Guoxiong's beautiful assistant's eyes widened in disbelief at He Xing's words. In her dreams, she hadn't imagined He Xing could speak so forcefully—insulting people without using a single obscenity, yet capable of angering one to the point of spitting blood.
The assistant's pretty face turned white then red, one hand on her hip in a defiant stance reminiscent of a quarrelsome shrew, yet against He Xing, she ultimately didn't dare.
