Shang Yan had already grown tired of hearing those words, but to Jiang Li, they were somewhat new.
He frowned disdainfully, scanning his surroundings before his gaze finally rested on the diamond watch on his wrist. With precious and graceful movements, he took it off, holding one end of the strap tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand from the effort.
He slowly approached the disrespectful man.
Under the chubby man's terrified and defensive gaze, Jiang Li adjusted his smoothly tailored suit pants and slowly squatted in front of him.
A second ago, he had been smiling, but now there was no warmth on his face, only a chilling coldness, "If I don't mess with you, do you think I'm dead?"
Liang Zhouyue was his girlfriend. Upon learning that she had been bullied and he had yet to express his stance, this chubby man had repeatedly been annoyingly loud and boastful.
Hearing this, the chubby man uncontrollably swallowed his saliva. His alcoholic haze had already cleared.
