"Ah!"
Yun Changming couldn't dodge it, or rather, he didn't dare to.
The ashtray struck Yun Changming's forehead, then fell directly onto the glass coffee table, making a clattering sound.
But the quality of both the ashtray and the glass table was so good that despite the collision, neither of them broke.
Yun Changming's forehead immediately started bleeding.
Tan Jincheng's face looked even more grim and fierce, like a ghost.
Seeing Tan Jincheng like this made Yun Changming feel truly terrified!
But, but was he just going to let himself be beaten for nothing?
Yun Changming stared at Tan Jincheng's face, full of anger but not daring to speak out.
"Get out," Tan Jincheng coldly spat out the word with barely a movement of his thin lips.
Yun Changming, covering his forehead with one hand, protested somewhat unwillingly, "What is Young Master Tan doing? I'm doing this for your own good. I've already humbled myself to this extent, yet you still want to hurt someone..."
