Matthew Barton's anger surged, he grabbed Mark Reed by the collar and raised his fist.
"Enough!" Mark Reed said coldly, waving away the fist that was about to fall.
Photos thrown on his face, he had tolerated them, not resisting doesn't mean he's feeling guilty.
His icy gaze glared back fiercely.
His face is not for just anyone to hit, he had already let the old man hit today, no one else, dream on.
"Mark Reed, what's going on, can you face Madison?"
Unwilling to let go, Matthew Barton released his collar, kicked Mark Reed's car again, unable to vent his anger, he could only release it through these violent methods.
Mark Reed calmly tidied his messed up tie, smoothed out the slightly wrinkled shirt: "I don't want to explain now, because I have no idea when these photos were taken, I'll figure it out and give everyone a reasonable explanation."
Remaining calm in the face of a mountain collapsing.
Facing everyone's anger, Mark Reed was calmer than ever before.
