Humiliation, utter humiliation.
Su Qing didn't know what kind of massive blow the nose-bleeding guy had suffered, but he felt insulted.
Li Zijun actually told him to learn a lesson from it. You can insult my intelligence, but you cannot insult my taste.
Although he didn't know Shen Yi's exact age, he was sure she wasn't over fifty.
Of course, if someone over fifty could look like Shen Yi, he... wouldn't mind, ahem, his friends wouldn't mind either.
He, Su Qing, standing eight feet tall and with a grand appearance, how could he fall to such a level?
Angry, he turned and left the police station, went to the seafood market near his apartment complex, bought a bag of oysters, and decided to go home to replenish his energy; he was mad and needed a boost.
Today, he returned home relatively early, just after four. At this time, Dahuang should be at the landlady's house. He immediately headed into the kitchen, having been wronged, and planned to treat himself to a nice meal.
