Elder Liu sat on the sofam his expression unreadable. A cold voice sounded, "Liu Jing, who made the move this time? Which prodigal son doesn't put any respect on me, Liu?"
On hearing these words, Liu Jing remembered Ren Feifan's malicious eyes and the unhesitant actions of smashing the bottle. He gritted his teeth and said, "It was a freshman from Jiangnan University! This is what happened: I was eating with a few friends in a VIP room when this guy suddenly burst in and insisted the room was his. We tried reasoning, but he just started hitting... There's also..."
Liu Jing hesitated, unsure whether to involve his grandfather in this matter.
"Stop stammering, what else?" Elder Liu was somewhat irritated, his grandson had been beaten up like this, his face couldn't afford to lose any more face.
Liu Jing glanced at his grandfather, and then said, "That freshman also said that even if you were here, he wouldn't respect..."
"Smack!"
