"Zhong Junkun, don't even think about it, get out! Leave my house immediately, I never want to see you again!"
Zhang Qinyao was trembling with rage, pointing at the door and rebuking Zhong Junkun angrily.
"You brat, shut your mouth! What nonsense are you talking about? If anyone should get out, it's that Jiang guy. How dare you be so disrespectful to Young Master Zhong?"
Yang Jingjing, like a hen with fluffed feathers, screamed angrily at Zhang Qinyao.
"It seems you really don't know how to appreciate kindness!"
Zhong Junkun laughed in anger, suddenly sitting back down in the chair. Instead of leaving, he lifted his legs and placed them on the table.
"In that case, we need to talk things out properly."
"I, Zhong Junkun, as the Young Master of the Zhong Family, have a prestigious status. Coming to your house today, I've spent considerable time, taxi fares, and gas money. Let's discuss how this account should be settled!"
