"I... beg… you!"
The words came out one by one, as if squeezed from between clenched teeth. If looks could kill, Lin Tian would have died under his gaze a thousand times over.
"Is this your attitude when you beg someone? If not kneeling and kowtowing, at least you should bow, right?"
Lin Tian was somewhat displeased. If this old bastard's attitude were better, it might be negotiable, but what's with the murderous glare?
Taking a deep breath of cold air, Wang Daoran tried to keep himself calm, suppressed his fury, and bowed at a twenty-degree angle.
He couldn't remember the last time he bowed. It felt like even to the Ancient Martial Wang Family members, he hadn't shown such an attitude.
"I asked you to bow, and you really just gave one bow? Really not willing to kneel?" Lin Tian continued to make things difficult.
Wang Daoran felt a surge of anger that wasn't just simple blood boiling; it was a volcanic eruption!
