"How could those security guards dare to meddle in homeowners' affairs, let alone offend that skinny guy," Old Zhou said, curling his lip. "After all, although not extremely wealthy, everyone living here is worth over a million yuan each."
"You old bastard," the skinny guy still wasn't letting it go, his curses getting filthier by the second. Song Yun was growing impatient. "If you keep saying 'your mother this' and 'your mother that,' can't you come up with some new insults? I'm sick of hearing the same old crap."
Digging into his ear, Song Yun said, "A couple of curses should be enough, don't disturb the peace first thing in the morning."
"What the hell do you have to do with this..." The skinny guy had a smooth flow of insults, but could Song Yun let himself be taken advantage of? Before the skinny guy could finish, Song Yun slapped him.
