Luo Zhihan shouted, something he originally didn't want to take seriously.
But soon, he turned back with a stiff expression, because a man had silently appeared in front of him.
The other party had a barely perceptible presence, yet they had silently blocked all his paths. "Excuse me, sir, you cannot leave yet."
Cold sweat began to break out on the middle-aged man's obese face.
In that instant, he felt a chilling and murderous aura wash over him, making his limbs go weak.
That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying.
The fact that the other person was just standing there was enough to terrify him.
The middle-aged man, who had just been speaking passionately, was now somewhat flustered. He forced himself to turn around and asked, "Young Master, what do you mean by this?"
He was just a passerby who said a few words without knowing the truth. It's not worth pursuing such a trivial matter to the end, is it?
We are all respectable and influential people, so we should be generous to each other and not let trivial matters ruin our relationship.
Luo Zhihan had no smile on his face. When he stood there, he was so elegant and noble that it was like a gentle breeze to warm people's hearts.
But when he doesn't speak or smile, he's so cold it's frightening.
There was also a hint of something sinister about it, which made people even more terrified.
Unable to withstand the pressure, the middle-aged man hurriedly said, "I just said a few words offhand... I didn't mean it, oh dear, I apologize, okay?"
He pretended not to care about the child and apologized in a casual and perfunctory manner.
He tried to leave after saying that.
"Wait!" Luo Zhihan said calmly, "Did I say you could leave?"
The middle-aged man felt a shiver run down his spine as he sensed a powerful pressure bearing down on him, and cold sweat poured down his back.
Just then, a hand landed on his shoulder. The first image that flashed through his mind was of the hoodie-wearing man being stomped to the ground. The middle-aged man was horrified.
He turned around, his knees buckled, and he knelt down with a thud. "No, don't hit me!"
Yan Jin withdrew his hand in a daze. He had only wanted to fulfill his duty as a subordinate to stop the other party from leaving. Why did this person look like he was about to die of fright?
Yan Jin touched his face and remembered that Zhang Jingyang had always used him to keep things under control. He then realized that the middle-aged man was afraid of him.
Oh dear, he's not that scary at all. Even Zhang Jingyang thinks he's a coward, and Li Shen calls him a pretty face with no substance.
"Who's going to hit you? Don't try to smear us!" Yan Jin cleared his throat, his face tense. "You insulted that young girl for no reason and even said you'd take it to the board of directors. The facts prove you were wrong. Shouldn't you apologize?"
"Who was it that said a few casual words and then threatened to force someone to drop out of school? As an adult, don't you know that you have to be responsible for your words?"
For some reason, Yan Jin kept glancing at Luo Zhihan's expression as he spoke, and when he saw that the other party did not stop him, he knew that he had found the right direction.
He seems to have the potential to be a lackey.
The middle-aged man, feeling guilty, said, "I'm sorry... I was wrong!"
He finally realized he needed to apologize properly to Xie Li, "Little girl, I'm sorry."
Xie Li didn't care much; she had learned to ignore such comments from a very young age.
The reason this middle-aged man dared to speak so eloquently was simply because he thought she was just a young girl and easy to bully.
Back then, in Shenjia Village, Tiandu Mountain, wasn't the situation exactly the same?
When she was young enough to beat a grown man to a pulp, no one would dare to criticize her anymore, at least not in front of her.
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