Seeing his hand being blocked, the man looked at Yang Yan with some displeasure:
"How should I address you?"
"Put away your disgusting thoughts, and get inside before I lose my temper! Otherwise, bear the consequences yourself."
Yang Yan didn't beat around the bush and directly spelled it out for the man.
"You..."
The man, struck in the heart, was momentarily speechless. After quickly glancing at Zhou Hanyu, he coldly said:
"A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin, I can't be bothered to stoop to your level."
He finished speaking and intended to turn around and go back into the store.
"Heh! Still calling people country bumpkins, what are you? Daring to talk to him like that?"
Suddenly, a young man slowly walked over, sneering as he spoke.
"Young Master Zheng, why are you here?"
Although he was scolded by this young man, the man didn't dare to talk back and instead, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, asked in shock.
