This voice! This tone! And this familiar oppressive feeling!
With a swoosh, Cheng Debiao suddenly turned around, and his gaze met Mo Han's eyes.
In just an instant, he quickly lowered his head, not knowing how to begin speaking.
Damn it, how could this calamity be here!
Sun Shaohua had not noticed the change in Cheng Debiao's expression. He followed suit, turning around, and scoffed, "Who the hell do you think you are to call the Family Head Cheng like that?"
"Don't think you're invincible just because He Chen is backing you up."
"This world is vast; you have no idea how many important figures are out there. In front of Mister Cheng, someone like He Chen is nothing but trash, not even daring to utter a peep!"
Mo Han remained silent; he folded his arms and watched with interest as Cheng Debiao's face darkened and lightened.
"Fart your mom's stinky farts!"
