"You... you..."
The director kneeled on the ground, hands tightly clutching his stomach, still trying to lift his head, hoping to intimidate Xu Fan with his ridiculous display of official authority.
But Xu Fan, where was the temper to continue this pointless chatter?
Without any courtesy, he stepped directly on top of the director's balding head; with force, he used that ugly face to 'clean' the floor of Qingyan's home.
"Like to run your mouth? Think you're so great that you can recklessly trample over people's dignity?"
Xu Fan looked down disdainfully at the director groveling beneath his feet, and with a cold sneer curling his lips, he hummed, "Tonight, you'll get a taste of this flavor."
The small living room was now eerily silent, the atmosphere so tense it felt as though you could wring water out of it.
