Xue Jing looked down on him from above and opened his mouth indifferently.
"So here comes the question, what do you mean by wanting me to apologize?"
His voice wasn't loud, very soft, and even appeared somewhat gentle, just like chatting casually with family at home.
But this quiet voice was not at all drowned out by the curly-haired man's screams; it reached clearly into the ears of everyone present.
The originally noisy crowd inexplicably felt a chill in their hearts, looking towards Xue Jing in silence as if chilled to the bone, and for a moment, aside from the curly-haired man's screaming, the scene turned eerily 'quiet'.
"Have I done anything that I should apologize for? Huh?"
Xue Jing said softly, stretching out his palm and pressing it on the curly-haired man's head, pressing down hard.
"Pfft—"
The curly-haired man was nailed into the cement floor by Xue Jing, with only his head exposed.
"You don't want to talk, huh? Then it's my turn," Xue Jing said lightly.
