Rong Si took a sip of the coffee in front of him and calmly said, "Tell me then. I have no objections."
"You…" Han Siye gritted his teeth. "Why do your words make me want to beat you up? Aren't you afraid of being targeted by me in the future? You probably don't have the ability to fight back at all."
Rong Si's eyes darkened, and a sinister look flashed across them.
He said sarcastically, "Being rich does make a difference."
He could do whatever he wanted.
Did a young master like Han Siye think that he could trample on a poor person like him at will?
However, Rong Si had to admit that this was the reality they lived in. People without money were often looked down upon.
Seeing his expression darken, Han Siye choked. He suddenly felt that he had gone a little overboard.