In the Yang Family estate,
there was silence.
Everyone held their breath, watching Lin Fan.
Sitting in the chair, he had one leg casually crossed over the other.
His arrogant demeanor made Mr. Yang break out in a cold sweat.
But now, there was no chance to back down.
Liu Mo simply couldn't contain himself anymore.
Rising in anger, he glared at Lin Fan with clenched teeth.
"You son of a bitch, can't you understand when people are speaking nicely to you, or what?"
"I don't understand dog language, maybe you can translate?"
Lin Fan looked at Liu Mo with a cheery smile.
Clearly, this guy was missing a few screws.
