"What, what are you going to do?"
Hearing Qin Guang's calm tone, Zuo Kun instinctively felt a surge of fear.
It was as if he were being stared down by a fierce tiger in the forest.
He shrieked, "I'm warning you, don't mess around, I'm not one of those bumpkins from the Ding Family, I'm a good friend of Mr. Teng."
Qin Guang laughed, saying with disdain, "Ha, the Ding family are bumpkins, what makes you feel so superior? A good friend of Mr. Teng, you must sell your ass.
Though Ding Sheng is trash, he is, after all, the boss of the Dingsheng Group, with assets worth billions. You, a mere ass seller, dare to call him a bumpkin. Are you bullying him because he can't stand up for himself?"
"What, what did you say?"
Zuo Kun's face turned beet red as if someone had trodden on his sore spot.
