"You know damn well whether you're slandering her or not." Zhao Yuan gave Ma Hui a profound look.
The glance made Ma Hui's skin crawl and brought out a fine sheen of sweat. He felt as if that single look had stripped him bare, leaving him with no secrets, no privacy whatsoever.
Ma Hui couldn't help but swallow. 'What's this kid's deal?' he muttered to himself. 'That look is terrifying.'
His fearful, trembling demeanor only deepened Zhao Yuan's contempt. "Tell your men to get out of the way," he snorted. "What do you think you're doing, blocking our path?"
Ma Hui quickly shook off his distracting thoughts and said, "We don't mean anything by it. We just wanted to ask if you hired Liu Xiaoya to handle the design for your house."
Having been berated by Zhao Yuan, Ma Hui was clearly displeased. He didn't lash out, but he did drop the polite form of address.
"That's right," Zhao Yuan nodded, asking mockingly, "What? You trying to poach my business? Steal the contract?"
