Having been struck at the back of his head, Yao Qihua felt an even greater humiliation.
"Yin Tian!"
He nearly squeezed these two words out through his clenched teeth.
Yin Tian looked down, looming over Yao Qihua, "Why are you calling for your dad?"
"You!"
Yao Qihua bit his teeth hard, yet felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
He was simply no match for Yin Tian; the more he spoke, the more he would be humiliated!
After a while, Sir Li slowly began to speak, "Mr. Yin, let it be, don't stoop to his level."
"Fine, for your sake, Sir Li."
Yin Tian spoke with a smile, lifting his foot and finally letting Yao Qihua go.
Yao Qihua scrambled up from the floor, only to feel countless eyes watching him.
He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!
"Scram, and don't bother me again."
Yin Tian glanced at Yao Qihua with a disdainful look, as if peering at a pile of trash.
