Criticizing someone by indirect implication, are you suggesting he is even worse than a beast?
"I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now." With things coming to this point, how could Jiang Zhaolin have the face to stay.
"Mr. Jiang, the check." Tang Yunxian glanced at the check on the tea table.
Jiang Zhaolin snatched it up, crumpled it in his palm, and was about to reach the door when he was called back again.
"And those things..."
Jiang Zhaolin took a deep breath, carrying the items, and just as he got to the doorway, the door was pushed open from outside, and he ran into the old Master Tang head-on.
"Oh—Zhaolin, when did you get here?"
"Just arrived." Jiang Zhaolin was fuming inwardly, but this was the Tang Family's territory, and he had no place to vent, his face twisted with anger, his words, seeming to be pried out from between clenched teeth.
