Jiang Zeyu snorted coldly.
He looked down at the man from above and said calmly, "You don't have the right to judge my upbringing. I think people like you are trash."
The man said angrily, "Did… Did you just call me trash?! You really weren't disciplined well!"
Jiang Zeyu was too lazy to waste his breath on him.
It was very easy to deal with this kind of middle-aged man who had a cheap mouth.
He could just beat him up and be done with it.
He didn't suffer any physical pain, but he was already taking advantage of his old age, baldness, and beer belly to call himself an elder?
Jiang Zeyu palmed his fists and made some cracking sounds.
Although the school said that he couldn't beat people up, was he, Jiang Zeyu, the kind of person who followed the rules?
When the man saw that Jiang Zeyu's gaze had become deadly, he took a step back. "What do you want? Do you want to hit me?
