"Whether we're welcome or not is beside the point. There are some issues we need to sit down and talk about! We're here to solve problems, not to argue with you!" Qin Jian said sternly.
"Talk talk talk! Talk my ass!" Li Zengqiao slammed the curtain down and pointed at Qin Jian, cursing, "I have nothing to discuss with you! Get out of here, this is my place! My home turf isn't big enough for your pompous presence! If you don't leave, I might just have to sweep you out with a broom! Don't think I'm scared of you just because you're the Commander's son! Let me tell you, Li Zengqiao isn't afraid of anything!"
Qin Jian had always lived in the military, and he'd never encountered someone like the shrew Li Zengqiao, nor was he adept at handling petty domestic issues!
