Tang Yun let out a fragrant tirade, leaving Chu Dazhuang utterly bewildered.
The swear words he just used outnumbered those Chu Dazhuang had ever heard in his entire life.
Even more miraculously, Tang Yun could switch back and forth between authority and flattery.
But Tang Yun's flattery didn't make you feel any dislike; on the contrary, it was somewhat adorable.
An old man in his eighties, when cursing Tang Tianyang, almost wished his beard would bristle with rage.
On the other hand, when he spoke to Xiao Xuan, he smiled so wide he could have split the wrinkles on his face.
After Tang Yu finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a cold snort.
"This little bastard will never understand unless he's scolded. He always waits until he's literally beaten before he knows to move."
Saying so, Tang Yun turned to look at Chu Dazhuang, a gesture that left Chu Dazhuang feeling quite at a loss.
