At that moment, Wang Hongsheng said, "Mr. Ye, it's really not suitable to talk in the corridor. Enemies should try to resolve, not deepen, conflicts. Please give me a chance to explain. Young man, it's better not to be too hotheaded."
"Ha!" Ye Fan scoffed disdainfully, "So what if I am hotheaded? When you've kicked the iron plate, you come knocking and ask for forgiveness; yet, if it were just an ordinary person, they'd deserve to be tormented to death by your son, right? Where in the world does such cheapness exist?"
"Mr. Ye, I know I was wrong, I'll pay..." Wang Kaichen said hastily, begging as he heard this.
People like him feared most those whose backing was stronger than theirs, as everything he had was dependent on his father being the vice mayor.
"Scram!" Ye Fan detested the cowardly, bullying type like Wang Kaichen and, without politeness, kicked him away.
