You Have a Bed-Wetting Disorder

"Brat, who are you calling a dog?"

Young Master Chen's face was gloomy and he asked in an unfriendly way.

Being insulted by Qingfeng over and over made Young Master Chen very dissatisfied. If it were not for Xue Lin, he would have punished this guy.

"Whoever insulted Young Master Zhang, I'll call him a dog."

"Boy, you are just a small staff member of the Ice Snow Corporation. Believe it or not, I definitely won't let you stay in Eastern Sea City."

"Really? I don't believe you." Qingfeng Li shook his head, his face full of disbelief with a mocking touch.

Young Master Chen's head was really kicked by a donkey. He said he wouldn't let me stay here. I'd say it's you that won't be able to stay here.

Even the mayor of Eastern Sea City didn't dare to speak to Qingfeng Li like that, let alone Young Master Chen.