As they emerged from the hotel, Sun Jiancheng and his nephew Sun Zhihong were in a terrible mood, a very bad one indeed. How could they feel otherwise after being humiliated like that?
Initially, they had strutted in with arrogance, accustomed to the deferential treatment that Ying Zheng always showed them. They had become numb to such treatment from their 'betters' and thought they had sunk their teeth into a juicy opportunity, but to their surprise, someone unexpected showed up to disrupt their plans.
Moreover, even the Lin Family's precious daughter was brought in to deal a harsh blow to their dignity, compounding their ability to endure.
"This Fang Yi... what's his background that he can even summon the Lin Family's daughter?" At the entrance of the hotel, Sun Jiancheng lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, a contemplative look on his face.
Sun Zhihong said, "Who cares who he is? This time, he has subjected us, uncle and nephew, to utter humiliation. We must take our revenge."
