Wu swallowed his saliva, as if Liu wasn't twisting a piece of equipment but instead his neck. That huge pipe was twisted like it was a toy, it was just too wild.
"Hey, Liu, we'll talk about Qio Yu Xuan's matter later. I have something to do, so I'm heading out first."
Mr. Wu moved quickly, afraid that if he walked too slowly, Liu might twist him like an exercise tool.
Speaking of which, the two old men fought over Mr. Liu when they were younger, more than thirty years have passed, yet Mr. Wu hasn't forgotten how painful it was back then. He would only dare to say a few bad words behind Liu's back, remembering the punch that broke his glasses whenever he saw him.
Liu didn't hold back, he kicked the door shut loudly, and even spat at the closed door.
"Old and shameless, I spit!"
Turning his head, he said to Mr. Liu with displeasure, "Why did you bring that old thing back? I just met Qian downstairs, she looked really angry."
