"You and Boss Lin are good friends, huh? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Zhao Sanhu said with a sly smile as he walked up to Zhao Jin.
A smug look appeared on Zhao Jin's face, as if everything was under his control, "Well, about Boss Lin and I..."
Before he could finish, there was a loud slap and Zhang Sanhu viciously slapped Zhao Jin, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.
"You..." Zhao Jin, covering his cheek, glared furiously, "You dare to hit me? Would you believe I'll call Boss Lin over here?"
Zhao Jin felt deeply humiliated. Clearly, this guy knew he was friends with Boss Lin, yet he still dared to hit him?
"Oh, call Boss Lin? I'm really scared!" Zhao Sanhu narrowed his eyes, "Go on then, call your esteemed Boss Lin now, see if he dares to show up in front of me—Zhao Sanhu!"
Zhao Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he cautiously asked, "Big brother, you and Boss Lin..."
