"Damn it, who the hell are you calling a..."
Ming Tian is losing his mind.
"Son of a bitch, if you don't compensate me with five million for medical expenses today, kneel and knock your head on the ground five hundred times in front of me, and let that chick sleep with me for a month, I'll fucking have someone kill you!"
Ming Tian has never been at a loss, he must find a way to regain his face.
Xu's mother shakily stands, still weak from her serious illness: "We haven't provoked you, why are you making trouble with us?"
"Shut up, you old fart, who gave you the right to speak? Get out of my face!" Ming Tian roars arrogantly.
Youya Xu frowns, her face filled with anger: "How can you curse at people?"
Youya Xu stares angrily at the other party, her chest filled with indignant pride, her face helplessness.
Lin Dayou whispers to Ye Tian, "This guy is trouble... maybe we should just call the police?"
