"Who the hell are you talking about? If you have the guts, say it again!" Wang Qiang grabbed Liu Yunpeng by the collar, the last shred of reason stopped him from swinging his fist.
Seeing Wang Qiang not taking further action, Liu Yunpeng didn't dodge and instead leaned his face in, now completely deranged:
"Oh, what, angry, annoyed, ready to start a fight? I'm talking about you, you pathetic wimp. Did I say anything wrong? What skills do you have? How much money do you earn in a month? Let me tell you, you can't handle this woman. Do you really think she loves you? Don't be naive. With just a wave of my hand, she'll come back. Do you know why? Because I can give her everything she wants, and you can't give her anything. You're just a spare tire of mine after I've had my fun."
"Fuck you!"
