When Li Shaoyang saw Wang Yao calmly holding an umbrella in the rain, he did not know why, but he felt a rage of fire in his stomach.
Damn it. I've suffered for more than a month. I had diarrheas and was hospitalized twice. For a while, I thought it would have felt better if I had just died. This guy, who's very likely to be the culprit, is actually enjoying himself in this mountain village.
At that moment, he could have killed someone.
"Get into the car. Let's have a chat somewhere else. Or should I go to your house?" Li Shaoyang said, practically gritting his teeth.
"Being angry harms the liver. What is there to chat about?" Wang Yao replied with a smile.
A gust of wind blew and the rain fell.
"Was it you in Ji City?!" Li Shaoyang's tone had also changed. His anger and rage had bled through into his voice.
"If you're here, do you even need to ask?"
"Great. Very well. Brother Hao, it's your business now," Li Shaoyang said.
