The twenty-seven-year-old Wang Jinsou really was like a child whose lollipop was snatched, jumping to his feet, slamming the table, and shouting angrily, "Ren Zhong, do you know who you're talking to?"
Ren Zhong lifted his eyelid, "Just an idiot who wants to steal my woman. If you weren't born into a good family, you wouldn't even have the right to talk to me here. Honestly, you've lowered the class of my world by a lot."
Wang Jinsou: "You... do you want to die?"
Ren Zhong squinted his eyes, "Wanna try?"
Because of Ju Qingmeng, Ren Zhong and the other party had irreconcilable underlying conflicts.
Ju Qingmeng was one of Ren Zhong's bottom lines.
He wouldn't retreat even a step, so negotiations were doomed to fail.
Once both sides laid their cards on the table, unless the other side chickened out, there would be no turning point.
No matter how much he pretended, it was actually meaningless.
