Li Rong saw the scene, covered her mouth, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Wang Gang was furious, stepped forward, and grabbed Hu Jiazeng by the collar, "You say that again? What did you just say? Are you tired of living?!"
Hu Jiazeng stared at him.
Hu Jiazeng was a refined-looking, scholarly type of person.
Coming from a well-off family, he had never experienced much hardship, so he had a strong scholarly air about him.
Even though he was nearly six feet tall, his slender frame stood there with less presence than Wang Gang, as if Wang Gang only needed to reach out to snap his neck!
Li Rong hurried over, grabbing Wang Gang's arm: "Brother Gang, don't do this! Brother Gang, let him go..."
A sentence that Wang Gang wouldn't tolerate, he looked at Li Rong and said, "What, even now you still have feelings for this Little White Face?"
Li Rong was slightly stunned by this.
