Barefoot and without shoes, Jiang Yan was 185 cm tall, and he was not skinny; even his exposed arms had noticeable muscles bulging.
Simply standing there, he gave Liu Wenhui, who was 180 cm tall, a sense of oppression, not to mention his aggressive eyes, which almost made Liu turn away, unable to look him straight in the eye.
"What the hell is with this kid?"
How come he has more of a fierce aura than him, who has been struggling in society for two years?
Tian Xiaohui and Dai Lei were so intimidated by the situation that they didn't dare to breathe.
Liu Wenhui forced himself to look Jiang Yan in the eye. He didn't stand up and continued sitting with his legs crossed, offering a sheepish smile, "It was just a joke, that serious?"
"A joke?"
Jiang Yan scoffed, "My bed is against the wall and you damn near kicked it over. You call that a joke?"
Liu Wenhui pursed his lips and stayed silent.
