"Slap!" Brother Zhang raised his hand and delivered a slap to the young man's face.
The young man spun around on the spot, looking at Brother Zhang both in pain and bewilderment. He really couldn't understand why Brother Zhang would hit him.
The middle-aged man with oily hair and a plump face was also full of astonishment. But since Zhang Junbao was their boss, it wasn't his place to ask too many questions.
"Apologize!" Zhang Junbao's expression was as cold as ice, with terrifying anger lurking beneath. He had barely escaped death at the hands of the little ancestor, and now his subordinates had gone and caused trouble for him again.
The oily-haired and plump middle-aged man and his two companions exchanged glances.
"Apologize to Miss Song and the others!" Zhang Junbao wished he could scare the living daylights out of them right there and then. Of all the people to offend, they had to offend Song Yan Ning.
