"Go dream your grand delusions, and as for giving me cuckolding horns, do you believe that I can't just kick your 'lower half' into a pulp?"
Liu Wentian's eyes looked as ferocious as a starving wolf, which sent a chill down Hao Chengkang's spine.
Hao Chengkang, intimidated by Liu Wentian's fierce gaze, tried to compose himself before he replied with a sneer, "What, you want to hit someone? I see you as nothing but a thug. Violence doesn't get you far in this society! I have power and money, what can you possibly compare with that?"
Li Chuyue, worried that Liu Wentian would really lose his temper and beat up Hao Chengkang, anxiously said, "Liu Wentian, don't do anything rash, I won't shoot that photo shoot with him."
She didn't actually care if Hao Chengkang got beaten up, but she didn't want Liu Wentian to get into trouble for fighting.
