"Are you sure?" Chen Anbang was slightly taken aback, evidently not having expected Lin Fei, who he saw as akin to a "househusband," would actually challenge him.
"Absolutely sure." Lin Fei maintained his harmless, cheery demeanor, but had anyone been able to look into his eyes at that moment, they would have found a trace of cold murderous intent.
Even a clay Buddha has a temper, not to mention Lin Fei, a king recognized by the Mercenary World.
Although Lin Fei's role as the "son-in-law living with his wife's parents" was false, it did not stop the surge of anger in his heart. As a fighter among men, Lin Fei obviously did not enjoy being labeled by Chen Anbang as a "househusband" or "male vase."
"At least you've got some spirit." Seeing that Lin Fei did not seem to be joking, Chen Anbang nodded slightly after regaining his composure, "It's good for a young man to have temerity. But if you don't know how to control your temper, you'll inevitably suffer some flesh wounds."
