Under the stunned gaze of the doctor, the man suddenly lifted his foot and kicked the entire car into a skewed angle. A thunderous crash resounded as the front of the car caved in and the tires screeched in a piercing wail.
"You... you..."
Doctor Jia's lips were trembling.
"Behave yourself."
The young man patted his shoulder, his tone was very kind, but he felt as if he had become a stake being hammered into the ground, blow by blow;
And when Doctor Jia saw what Cen Dongsheng pulled out of his pocket, his frozen expression turned even uglier.
"This is what you've been selling to the students in secret. We've come to clear up the origin of this stuff."
What laid in Cen Dongsheng's palm was a box of face mask cream.
Doctor Jia's shoulders sagged, and he simply gave up on resisting.
No explanation was needed from anyone else; upon seeing this thing, the doctor realized why they had come. In this period, the secret about it had become an endless nightmare haunting him.
