Mei Yanfang was so angry she was hopping mad. "Chu Nianyang, don't try to scare me. You think I was scared into growing up? I'm telling you."
"If you don't hand out some of that stuff, I'll accuse your man of stealing supplies. The benefits on the island have been so awful this month."
"I bet it's because your man has skimmed off half the goods to nourish your body!"
"Oh, really?"
That voice, low and magnetic, belonging to Li Yama with his ice‑cold, powerful presence, suddenly rang out. Everyone present felt a chill sweep over them, and their heads turned mechanically to look…
The man strode over in big steps, with a few crew members following behind him. One of them, Zhang Zheng, was Mei Yanfang's man; he was trembling all over, completely at a loss.
"Tingyan."
Nianyang turned around and saw Li Tingyan coming over with people in tow, clearly having rushed over straight from work.
