This kid, this pauper whose whole outfit doesn't add up to a hundred bucks, how dare he? How dare he!
This kid is practically courting death!
In full view of everyone, he dared to slap the Li Family's young master. Not even Jesus descending could save his life now.
"Ah—how does this kid have the guts?"
Li Jile covered his left cheek, the throbbing pain on his face combined with the strange looks from the people around him made him feel humiliated.
He, the second young master of the Li Family, has never suffered such humiliation?
This matter is absolutely intolerable!
Li Jile, like a beast driven mad, his eyes were red, he stared fiercely at Lin Beichen, roaring, "Do you know who I am, kid? How dare you lay hands on me! With just one word, I can destroy your family. Do you believe it?"
"Zihe, is this kid out of his mind?" Li Meiting was flustered, her ample bosom heaving violently, attracting the attention of many men nearby.
