Zhu Bowei was so angry that smoke almost came out of his nose, but in order to maintain his gentlemanly image in public, he had to suppress his anger and barely managed to squeeze a faint smile on his face, he said, "Mr. Ye, everything that just happened was merely a minor interlude, I hope you don't misunderstand."
Look at the level of this guy, shamelessly taking it to a whole new realm. All the disputes that had just transpired, with everyone smelling the thick scent of gunpowder, had turned into a minor interlude when it came out of Zhu Bowei's mouth.
He really is a master!
"There's nothing to misunderstand or not misunderstand. That's just the way I am; you give me an inch, I'll give you a yard. If you try to make things difficult for me, I'll chop off your feet. It's that simple and crude," Ye Fan said bluntly. Zhu Bowei had always treated him as an enemy, so there was no need for Ye Fan to be polite to him.
