Shivering under Ye Chenfeng's cold gaze, Wang Kejun was terrified. How could Ye Chenfeng still be polite to Luo Zhiyuan after he tried to grab Ye Chenfeng's collar just now? As for these idiotic young masters from big families, Ye Chenfeng didn't mind breaking their arms or legs. However, since today was, after all, Zhang Manshan's birthday banquet, Ye Chenfeng still showed some restraint, so Luo Zhiyuan wasn't hurt.
"I'm telling you, girl, do you have a fantasy disorder or what? You throwing tantrums and being arrogant towards other people is none of my business. But if you piss me off again, believe it or not, I'll strip you of your clothes. If there's nothing else, then get lost; I don't have time to mess around with a few brats," Ye Chenfeng said to Zhang Qingqing.
This made Zhang Qingqing instantly tear up, her eyes reddening as tears began to tumble around, glaring at Ye Chenfeng in grievance, her hatred for Ye Chenfeng rapidly soaring.
