Chen Yang was furious.
He hadn't provoked anyone, yet these two kept mocking him just because he was dressed a bit ordinarily?
Chen Yang stood up and walked briskly towards the women.
The two women panicked as they saw Chen Yang approaching.
"What are you doing, poor loser? Are you going to hit us just because we said a few words?"
"Manager, call security quickly, this brute doesn't belong in our restaurant."
The two were flustered, but their mouths remained filthy.
Although Chen Yang had the urge to slap the two women, he restrained himself.
Upon reaching them, Chen Yang decisively took out his phone and showed his balance: "Who's the loser, who's the pauper? Can either of you even come close to what I have in my pocket?"
As soon as Chen Yang flaunted his balance, the manager and those two women were dumbstruck.
Ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand... billion, damn!
Sss.
The two women gasped, their faces instinctively turning red from embarrassment.
