Qin Zhen was flabbergasted. His expression was one of genuine confusion plus a tinge of unconcealed fear. "P–Pardon?"
Seeing that this despicable person was going to pretend until the end, Jia Molei's patience rapidly went down the drain. He swiveled around, grabbed Qin Zhen by the neck and slammed him against the sink, his eyes were blazing with pure anger, derision and hatred. Even though Jia Molei had a perpetual frown on his face and a foul mouth that made him look as if he would die if he did not curse every two or three sentences, he very seldom used his hands to settle matters. It could be seen how enraged he was right now.
He did not hold back his strength at all. The muscles on his arms bulged in a terrifying manner and his veins flared out, trembling. His five fingers sank into the fragile side of Qin Zhen's neck, almost causing the latter to piss his pants in extreme fright.
