Geng Dong's words were vulgar and could really drive a person to death with fury.
"Geng Dong—" Yang Yiyi was so angry she nearly fainted. She rushed over to confront him, but was stopped by the police. "Miss Yang, please calm down."
"Let go of me. How can I calm down? Officer, listen to what he's saying. How can I stay calm..." Yang Yiyi's makeup was heavy, her hair disheveled, her face pale as a ghost—hysterical and ferocious.
"Officer, don't stop her, let her come over. I'm damn sure I won't beat her to death first. How much stuff you're wearing was bought with my money? If I raised a dog, it wouldn't turn around to bite me. Comparing you to a dog..."
"Even the dogs would feel wronged!"
Jiang Chengsi raised an eyebrow. Honestly, he never noticed before how good this Geng Dong was at insulting people.
He was really pressed to the limit, coming up with such a tirade.
