"This matter absolutely cannot end like this!"
Walking down the road, Bai Herong's face was dark as water. He clenched his fists, growling under his breath.
Thinking about how Hao Jian had humiliated him in that café earlier, forcing him to kneel and apologize to those lowly people—this was something Bai Herong had never experienced since the day he was born!
But who could have imagined that today, his dignity would be trampled on like this? Hao Jian had utterly degraded him, and even now, just recalling Hao Jian sent tremors through his heart, a mix of fury and fear. However, this only made the hatred in Bai Herong's heart build up even further.
"Exactly! Brother Rong, this matter can't just be dropped like that!"
