Chen Qi wasn’t the type to get angry easily.
The only times he had lost his temper were when he was selling tea and when he had a run-in with those troublemakers from the plastic factory.
And then there was today.
When Chen Qi got angry, he never held back.
He believed in letting his emotions flow freely.
“Your disciple was in the wrong first. If he had sincerely apologized, no one would have said anything. Everyone makes mistakes. But instead, you had to jump out and act all high and mighty, thinking you’re some kind of master who needs to protect your little disciple? How utterly foolish! You’re not acting like a decent person, you don’t know how to handle things, and you’re completely brainless. No wonder you’ve ended up in this sorry state!”
“Let go of me!”
“What right do you have to lecture me? When I joined the factory, you were still spinning around in your mother’s womb!”
Zhao Qingli continued to struggle, the veins on his neck bulging.
