This kind of near-imperiousness... Xiang Yuan could only shake his head.
This rich young master really changes his face at the drop of a hat. Did he forget they were just drinking together until dawn last night? He thought this rich young master had finally turned a new leaf and rekindled their old friendship. But now...
Xiang Yuan could only smile apologetically, "Alright. Sir, may I ask why this is happening?"
Tang Yanqing, however, still wore a cold face and pointed at Xiang Yuan, "Hands behind your head, get out of the car!"
Xiang Yuan frowned. What was Yanqing doing? Was this necessary?
But he really didn't want to have a confrontation with Yanqing in the street, so he had no choice but to raise his hands, place them behind his head, and get out of the car.
Tang Yanqing bit his lip, stepped over, and with one swift motion slammed Xiang Yuan against the car, creating a loud bang. Xiang Yuan let out a low exclamation, "Sir, what are you doing now?!"
