Old Madame Jiang seemed as if someone had her by the throat; her arrogance was immediately suppressed, her eyes widening in shock and fear as she stared at him, both frightened and hateful, "What do you want to do!"
"I'm just reminding you not to go too far. You're not the only one who can be afraid."
"If you have the guts, come at me," she spat venomously, "Rong Nanfeng, you're a grown man picking on us, a widow and orphan, shame on you!"
Rong Nanfeng, his expensive suit spattered with saliva, frowned in disgust, stepping back repeatedly to distance himself from her, wiping his collar with a wet wipe, and said coldly, "Who's shameless, you or me, that's for you and Jiang Meiqi to know. My patience with you has limits, and you'd better not push me too far. The way you bullied Yan'er in the past at home... I haven't settled that account with you yet..."
