Returning that Slap

"Sis Hua, that Tibetan Mastiff is a pure breed! It's a Tibetan Mastiff King that I got from Tibet! So, give me some more time!" Zheng Tao said as he was currying favor with Sis Hua while wiping off the cold sweat from his forehead every once in a while.

"Hm?"

Sis Hua's eyes were no longer on Zheng Tao. As she was walking toward the counter, she saw Jiang Feng who was smiling.

She remembered the young man. She saw him once at the bar. The way he paid money surprised her and made her slightly interested in him.

Seeing that Sis Hua was no longer paying attention to him, he turned to where she was looking and looked at where Jiang Feng was standing.

When he saw Jiang Feng, he frowned and said, "Hey, poor kid! What are you doing here?"

Jiang Feng shrugged and sneered, "It's none of your business what I'm doing here. Yet you want me to report to you? Who the hell are you?"