"And what of it?" Wu Bin raised an indifferent eyebrow, watching the other person fly into a rage. He deliberately humiliated him: "Who do you think you are to dare come before me asking for my help?"
"Someone like you, I don't even want to look at you for a second. Do you really think I would help you?"
"Trash should stay in the trash heap, not come running to me, cluelessly asking questions!" Wu Bin just didn't like him, as for helping, his refusal was clear.
Why should he help him?
Wu Bin's gaze was cold: "If you get lost right now, I won't bother with you."
"If you insist on acting up in front of me, then if I pursue it to the end, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself!"
Wu Bin couldn't stand it anymore?
He looked at him coldly, clearly unable to swallow his anger.
This trash, so disgusting!
Dealing with trash like him, Wu Bin was at a loss, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
The other person, hearing this, instantly exploded with anger.
