"Hmph, Feng Xifan, I give you a bit of face and you think you can open a whole dye workshop with it? Don't forget that useless nephew of yours was the one who started this mess, and he was the one who struck first. Everyone saw what happened. Blame that good‑for‑nothing trash nephew of yours for not being as good as others. As for those two dogs of yours, the one I crippled—you should be very clear why I did it. What the hell, two people ganging up on me alone, and you still have the nerve to bring a punishment order!"
Liu Chen rattled off the curses like a string of firecrackers, and sure enough, every single sentence made Feng Xifan's old face redden all the way to his neck. He hadn't expected Liu Chen to be this vicious with his tongue; this was simply an unbearable humiliation. He was a lofty director, after all, with countless people lining up to kiss his ass, and this bastard actually refused to give him any face.
