Upon hearing Wang Yan interrupt, the bald boss snorted coldly, giving Wang Yan a disdainful look up and down, and then sneered, "Kid, this isn't your place to speak. If you can return my thousand bucks, I'll drop the matter."
Wang Yan snorted and shot a cold glance at the bald boss, "Reeking of money."
The bald boss retorted, "What's wrong? I do reek of money, I'm rich, I could bury you in cash. Kid, you couldn't afford my shop in your lifetime. I let Tang Jingyi accompany three young masters as a favor to her. Hmpf, after the three young masters enjoy her, they'll return, and I'll enjoy myself too. I might consider delaying a thousand if she's lucky."
Upon hearing that, Wang Yan couldn't suppress the anger burning within him anymore, and he slammed the table, cursing, "Bastard."
The slap broke all four legs off the table, dropped it on the floor, causing the teacups and plates on it to slide off and shatter.
