"What? In your eyes, am I some kind of monster who flies off the handle and kills people over the slightest disagreement?" Zhou Fan raised an eyebrow, slapping a heavy hand on Zhou Qing's shoulder so hard it nearly sent him to the floor.
Seeing this, Wu Kai remembered the time Zhou Fan had slapped him. He subconsciously tried to slip away, but Xiao Mei, dressed head-to-toe in leather, walked up and yanked him back by the collar.
"Where do you think you're going? Didn't I have that kid from the Zheng Family tell you? The first thing you're supposed to say when you see me is 'Brother Fan'." Zhou Fan stepped forward, clapping his other hand on Wu Kai's shoulder. A teasing smirk played on his lips as he grilled him.
"He... he told me!" Wu Kai stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
Seeing his chance, Zhou Qing shot a furtive glance at Zhou Fan and kicked Wu Kai squarely. "If he already told you, then why didn't you call him Brother Fan when you saw him the other day?"
Pfft!
