Zhou Yan's eyes were cold as ice as she swept them over Wang Hao with a disdainful glance and crooked her finger at him, "You, come out!"
Wang Hao, out of habit, curled his lips and said, "You tell me to get out and I just go, wouldn't that be terribly embarrassing for me?"
Zhou Yan was a hot-headed person. Seeing Wang Hao still daring to defy her there, she could not help but burst into a rage, shouting, "Wang Hao, you bastard, come out. If I don't deal with you today, I might as well take your name!"
Wang Hao was not to be outdone, gesturing to Zhou Yan with a hooked finger, "If you've got the guts, come on in. Do you think I, Wang Hao, am scared of you?"
Zhou Yan had never met such an arrogant individual; her inner cosmos exploded on the spot, and she shoved open the iron gate to barge in.
Seeing Zhou Yan really charge in, Wang Hao was shocked, "For goodness' sake, I was just joking. Are you really taking it seriously?"
"You despicable fellow, shut your mouth!"
