The tea on the table still emits wisps of steam.
But at this moment, Zhou Jingyuan feels a chill deep in his heart, cold all over his body, and his face changes dramatically, quite fascinatingly.
Facing Chen Yang's repeated invitation to drink tea, he finds himself in a dilemma, neither advancing nor retreating.
For many years, he's been considered a powerful figure dominating one region, when has he ever suffered such humiliation? The most crucial point is, the person who humbles him is just a young man in his thirties?
Heh heh...
Despite the anger, Zhou Jingyuan feels a twinge in his heart, not daring to act rashly.
He would never have dreamed that the person who slapped his nephew in public would be Shen Zhong!
This guy, who seems to have appeared out of nowhere, has such a weight in Lingjing City that any fool would know it's unimaginable to contend hard against such a person.
"Whew whew!"
