Liang Kuan looked at Jiang Guangrong with an incredulous expression: "Jiang, do you really want to play with me? Are you sure you know my dad is Luo Liang?"
Jiang Guangrong nodded calmly: "So what? How can the City Lord's son not follow the rules?"
Liang Kuan got angry, stood up, and slammed the table with both hands: "I am City Lord Liang Luo!"
Jiang Guangrong grinned and shrugged: "So what?"
Liang Kuan still couldn't believe Jiang Guangrong wasn't afraid of him. He slapped the table and shouted: "My father is 40 years old, and I've listened to him since I was a child. No matter what happens, he will always find a way to help me solve it!"
"Tsk tsk, Mr. Liang's son, an only child, right? Still middle-aged. That is not easy. Making trouble is right! Jiang Guangrong agreed, nodded solemnly. However, after two nods, Jiang Guangrong's expression suddenly changed, and he waved his right hand heavily. "Brothers, grab him!"
