"Xie Shang," Shen Fei shouted, "how dare you!"
He dared.
He was the record holder of the death game, Underwater World.
How crazy he was, was well known to all.
He pinched the gem cufflink, leisurely and without expression, dragging it along the sports car's mirror.
If the car window hadn't been fully shut, what would have been scratched might not have been the car, but Shen Fei's face.
Shen Fei was losing it: "Xie Shang!!!!!"
Xie Shang casually tossed the cufflink into the trash can, stretching his hand out from under the umbrella to catch some rain and clean his hands.
Looking at the scratch on his beloved car, Shen Fei was going mad, winding down the window and sticking his head out, frantic: "Xie Shang, you son of a—"
Xie Shang looked over.
Shen Fei instantly shut his mouth. He didn't understand what those women saw in Xie Shang; couldn't they see how dangerous he was?