"Haha."
Faced with Zhang Xing's profanity, Qi Yun not only didn't get angry but instead laughed.
Being the villain feels damn good~
I absolutely love bullying people with power!
"Do you think you're capable now? Want to have a go with me?" Qi Yun relaxedly leaned against the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked calmly at Zhang Xing.
His voice wasn't loud, carrying a hint of mockery, "But there's one thing I must remind you, this time, I won't give face to anyone, so before you make a decision, you'd better think it through."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xing's molars were about to shatter from clenching, his chest heaving violently, temples throbbing, making it almost impossible to maintain any composure.
He stared at Qi Yun fiercely, eyes filled with anger and humiliation.
It wasn't that he wasn't steady enough; it was just that he had never experienced such frenzied humiliation face to face.
