"I'm telling you now, today I'm taking this private room. Either you get beaten and thrown out, or you kneel and beg for mercy and leave on your own. It's your choice."
Han Die saw the man's overwhelming presence and grew even more smug, as if telling Wang Shiyun that becoming a doctor wouldn't make a difference. In this world, the strong are honored.
Only the rich can be above the rest.
Isn't this the perfect example? No matter how talented Wang Shiyun is, she's still insignificant in front of her.
"Just kneel down nicely. If I'm in a good mood, I won't hold it against you. Otherwise... wait for your bones to be broken as you roll out of here."
Han Die wanted to lift her head to the sky, looking down her nose at Wang Shiyun.
Ye Feng saw this and sneered inwardly; to him, a mere member wasn't even worth considering in front of the boss.
"Is that so? Then I want to see who dares to lay a hand."