The little fatso felt he was being terribly wronged.
"You're someone who even my brother-in-law has to carefully attend to, so why dress like an individual entrepreneur from some small town? Incognito or something? Isn't this just setting people up?"
Of course, these words dared only be thought, not said aloud at the risk of death.
He vigorously wiped away the blood from his nose, then got up bowing with his body bent so much that the back of his head was visible.
"Ming... Ming..."
Smack!
Wang Lijun slapped him on the back of the head.
"Ming is who you call? Call him Mr. Xiao!"
The little fatso, on the verge of tears, pleaded, "Mr. Xiao, I'm sorry! I was blind and didn't see your greatness, and I have offended you. Please be magnanimous and let this incident slide, I won't dare to do it again."
"What else could I do if not let it slide? Am I really like your brother-in-law said, going to break three of your legs?"
