"No… I'm… not," the big guy stammered.
"You mean you're not afraid of me? I'm that unrespectable as a boss?" Lu Yan pouted to tease him.
"No… No."
Lu Yan played with the big dumb guy, making him fear for his life.
For this guy, talking with Lu Yan was like talking with the Death God.
He felt like he might die at any moment.
"Okay. Yan, are you done playing?" Qiao Fei couldn't bear to watch anymore.
"I'm done. Psycho Qiao, would you like some of it; it's yummy." Lu Yan waved the scallion pancake at him.
"No. I'm not interested."
"Humph! You don't know how to enjoy life."
Then the big dumb guy looked at Lu Yan and asked timidly, "Boss of the boss, if you don't need me now, may I excuse myself?"
"Yes, you may."
The moment Lu Yan agreed, the big dumb guy fled from the room without looking back.
"Look how much you scare him…" Qiao Fei didn't know if he should cry or laugh.
