"Liu Huai'an, have you gone crazy with poverty?"
Sun Yunshan grew more and more agitated as he recalled old grievances and said, "Do you realize you were looting a burning house? I would rather give the hotel to Xiaobao than sell it to you, you pauper!"
Sun Yunshan spat on the ground and hung up on Liu Huai'an, feeling a wave of satisfaction.
"You... Sun Yunshan, how dare you insult me?"
Liu Huai'an couldn't believe Sun Yunshan had the audacity to directly insult him. His face flushed with anger, but just as he was about to retort, he realized Sun Yunshan had already hung up.
In his fury, Liu Huai'an slapped the table with his palm. Unable to contain his anger, he dialed Sun Yunshan's number again, intending to argue with him.
