"I've said it before, don't negotiate terms with me," Wang Shuai revealed a hint of impatience.
"Don't want to talk? Then roll out of here. You're not welcome," said Zhang Yiyi, who had returned from upstairs, giving Wang Shuai a cold look. "Hmph, I misjudged you, Wang Shuai. Actually, you and Xu Lan Ya are a natural match, both despicable, shameless."
"Zhang Yiyi, this matter doesn't concern you. It's an agreement between me and Zhu Xiaoxian. Since we've signed a contract, you must fulfill it, or don't blame me for being rude. You know the Wang Family's influence in Beijing. If I wish so, there's no way your family can stand firm in Beijing," Wang Shuai showed his sharp edge. After all, as the heir to the Wang Family in this area, he changed from his polite tone, using both soft and hard tactics.
