"You dare to curse at me?"
Jiang Xiaojun flew into a rage, grabbing Zhao Lanzhi by the throat and slapping him relentlessly.
The other young masters watched, all gasping in shock.
Even they, dense as they might be, understood what was happening.
This Jiang Xiaojun was clearly trying to suck up to the man before them!
Otherwise, why would he publicly humiliate a young master like Zhao Lanzhi over some ordinary guy?
After all, Zhao Lanzhi had just spent ten million!
Is this how you treat your VIPs?
It made no sense!
The way the crowd looked at Lin Han suddenly turned strange.
'Just who the hell is this guy?'
'It wasn't just Su Mu'er—even Jiang Xiaojun was this deferential to him?'
'Damn it, even *they* didn't get that kind of treatment!'
"Stop! Stop hitting me..." Zhao Lanzhi cried out. At this point, he just wanted to die.
In just those few moments, his face had become bruised and swollen.
Jiang Xiaojun was truly showing no mercy!
