The atmosphere around suddenly sank.
Hong Jiang's gaze turned cold, and he said, "Qu Hongqiang, what do you mean to express?"
His voice was deep, carrying a sense of oppression, but Principal Qu seemed unfazed, merely scoffing and saying, "You're allowed to pull me down, but I'm not allowed to push you up?"
Principal Qu paused, glanced at Hong Jiang, and said, "Hong Jiang, don't think too highly of yourself. Do you really think no one in this tearoom can deal with you? It's just that no one wants to quarrel with a barbarian."
"Oh?" Hong Jiang chuckled, the smile not reaching his eyes: "So, do you think you're something special and can do whatever you want here?"
Principal Qu snorted lightly, "I dare not argue with you, Hong Jiang, it's pointless."
Saying this.
Principal Qu lowered his gaze, staring at the teacup in front of him, but there was still that honest and sincere look in his half-closed eyes.
