Han Jintian stood in front of Feng Yuanzhou aggressively, his hands clenched so tightly that they creaked. He had an expression on his face that said, "Feng, watch your mouth. What dog, what little beast? If you have the ability, get up and say it again."
Han Jintian grabbed Feng Yuanzhou's collar as he spoke. The huge force pulled Feng Yuanzhou's face in front of him. Before Feng Yuanzhou could regain his senses, Han Jintian raised his arm and slapped Feng Yuanzhou's fat face again. He was slapping him back and forth, and the ear-piercing sound of slap reverberated throughout the banquet hall.
Han Jintian lashed out and scolded, "F*ck you, weren't you quite awesome just now? You even dared to hit Qingqing? Why aren't you scolding anymore? Why don't you continue? Let me hear if you can spit out ivory from your dog mouth!"
