Han Luoli listened to Han Zaijing's words without missing a single word, his deep, brooding eyes brewing a storm, erupting with the most intense hostility.
Like a black emperor from hell, he walked step by step towards Han Zaijing, suddenly lifting his long leg.
"Bang——"
The marble coffee table was kicked in half by Han Luoli's single kick, splitting down the middle.
"Clatter, clatter..."
Everything on the table fell to the ground in response, shattering everywhere, including the teacup Han Zaijing was leisurely enjoying, smashing on the floor and splashing water everywhere.
Han Luoli didn't even glance at the chaotic mess, stepping directly on the porcelain shards, moving one step closer to Han Zaijing.
"You, you... I can't beat you, but if you touch me, it's treason!"
Han Zaijing had never seen such a terrifying Han Luoli; that enormous sound just now had already taken away most of his courage.
