"You..."
Producer Tang couldn't believe this person was so arrogant even after hitting someone. He glared fiercely, struggled to get up from the ground, pointed his thumb at himself, and shouted menacingly at Gu Ningyi, "How dare you hit me! Do you know who I am?"
Even when standing up, Producer Tang was half a head shorter than Gu Ningyi. His tone was vicious, but it didn't show the slightest bit of authority.
Gu Ningyi glanced down at him, curled his lips, lazily clenched his fist, and then punched him mercilessly in the stomach again.
Producer Tang had just struggled to get up, but was now knocked down again, groaning in pain.
Gu Ningyi shook his hands, then slowly replied, "Even if you're the emperor, I dare to hit you."
Pausing for a moment, he glanced at Producer Tang still sprawled on the ground and spoke lazily, "Not leaving yet? Do you want me to send you off?"
