Chen Bin leaned forward with a cold sneer.
"What, do you want to hit me? Go on, try touching me if you dare!"
This remark made Bao Kanglu tremble with anger.
He really wanted to give the other party a good beating, but reason told him he couldn't do so.
"What, are you chickening out?"
With a shove, Chen Bin pushed Bao Kanglu aside, then picked up a teacup from the table and splashed the cold overnight tea onto Bao Kanglu's face.
"Back when you had Feng Huzhou backing you, you used to trip me up in secret. I'm being merciful dealing with you like this now. Get lost before I really get angry!"
Anyone else would have exploded with rage facing such humiliation.
But Bao Kanglu, being an old fox in the political arena for many years, forcefully suppressed his anger.
He wiped the tea from his face and turned around to leave.
Because he knew Chen Bin was deliberately provoking him.
As soon as he made a move, he'd be playing right into Chen Bin's hands.
