"Silence," Amo commanded, unable to bear the sight of his young master being humiliated, bellowing in anger.
Yet the other party was not intimidated by Amo's bellowing and continued with their acidic comments, "Young Master Li, you dare to do but not to own up to it? Many people saw what happened that day."
Li Fuyou's eyes were ominously dark and terrifying as he spoke with contempt, "You are the eldest son of the Zhouji Pawnshop, aren't you? I, Li Fuyou, will remember this."
The man chuckled, "So what if you remember? Can you eat me? Your Dongfeng Restaurant is about to be crushed by Yuelai Restaurant, and here you are, still having the leisure to visit a brothel. I truly admire you, truly."
"Hmph, whether I have the leisure or not is none of your concern, Young Master Zhou," Li Fuyou paused, then said to Amo, "Let's go, Amo."
