"Damn it, Gou Qiang, don't you think you owe me an explanation? You son of a bitch, how dare you fucking deceive me?" Yang Yuancheng stormed down from the Peony Hotel. When he saw that Gou Qiang, the bastard who had the audacity to deceive him, had dared to follow, he flew into a rage. He swung his hand and slapped Gou Qiang on the forehead, cursing furiously.
Gou Qiang was clearly stunned by the slap. A deep gloom surfaced in his downcast eyes, but he didn't dare talk back or act recklessly. After all, he was crystal clear on Yang Yuancheng's background, which was far more powerful than his own.
"Brother Yang, I was wrong today, but you have to understand my situation! That kid came here with Young Master Feng and your sister, Yang Cailing. He said right in front of them that he was going to take care of you... How could I possibly resist?" Young Master Gou Qiang couldn't help but complain with an aggrieved expression.
