"Zhang Qiang, I need an explanation,"
Sir Li said indifferently, a serious look flickering on his face.
Zhang Qiang's body trembled, and he was pale as a ghost.
At this moment, his brain was working furiously, yet he couldn't come up with any excuses that might pass muster.
Sir Li was no fool.
Seeing Zhang Qiang in this state, he already knew that everything Yin Tian had said was true.
"Hmph!"
Sir Li let out a cold snort, "Zhang Qiang, I really didn't expect you to dare misuse my name for your outrageous deeds."
Zhang Qiang's legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, looking up at Sir Li with a pleading expression, "Sir Li, Sir Li, please... spare me this time..."
"Get lost," Sir Li said, "Get out of the South District, you're not welcome here anymore."
With his hands clasped behind his back, Sir Li went so far as to toss a box of ginseng down in front of Zhang Qiang.