"So what if I don't give you face? What can you do about it?"
Qiao Zhenghai's eyes were red as he muttered, "You dare hit me? You'd offend my Qiao family for this farmer?"
Hearing this, Wu Shengnan's elder brother burst out laughing. He laughed so hard he bent over, gasping for breath. Pointing at Qiao Zhenghai and then looking at Du Heng, he laughed until tears streamed down his face.
"The Qiao family? A farmer? Hahaha, hahahaha! What the fuck am I hearing? Xiao Heng, you're wrong. This kid isn't just spoiled. I was wrong, too. This isn't a case of new money going to his head and him being unable to handle it; he's got mental issues. Hahaha..."
Wu Shengnan's elder brother laughed so hard that Du Heng could only look on helplessly, while Qiao Zhenghai's face was etched with terror. He didn't understand how such a seemingly normal statement from him could provoke such horrifying laughter from this man. Was what I just said really that funny?
