After swallowing a whole bag of arsenic, Zhao Rong looked at the cafeteria manager, Yang Yuhua, and sneered, "I'm not just a master of medicine. I'm also King Yan..."
When Yang Yuhua saw how brazen the young man was, she gasped in fear and said timidly, "My good sir, let's talk this out. Gentlemen use their words, not their fists..."
Zhao Rong pressed closer step by step, his hawk-like eyes fixed on her. "Gentlemen use their words, not their fists? We may be gentlemen, but you, you shrew, don't even qualify as a villain."
Hearing this, Yang Yuhua suddenly put on a coquettish act. "Young man, if you can forgive me, I'm willing to spend the night with you..."
Watching Yang Yuhua's seductive display, the assistant standing beside Zhao Rong quietly warned him, "Brother Zhao Rong, you have to stay strong. Don't let this woman entice you."
