Grinding his teeth furiously, Wang Jie felt like his lungs were about to explode in anger. He gave Zhang Mazi a fiery glare before gripping Wang Erniu's hand, preparing to retreat and leave.
Grinding his teeth tightly, Zhang Mazi's face twisted in pain as he slowly got up. He had just tried to scale the wall and, losing his grip, had toppled down right into the heap of glass jars, bruising his butt badly.
With a dazed and confused look, Zhang Mazi's face was a picture of bewilderment the moment he saw Wang Jie. This probably shook him up a bit. His face spelled confusion in capital letters until he confirmed it was Wang Jie and then slowly began to speak.
"Hey, Wang Jie, what in the world are you doing here?"
"Do you have any idea that your cousin has already got a divorce, and now what the hell are you doing here?"
Wang Jie was left confused after hearing this. It should have been him asking these questions, but to his surprise, the other guy had got the jump on him.
