Qi Yingchen didn't dare to speak, just nodding vigorously without looking up.
"I didn't think you'd get so audacious, doing nothing but monstrous things," Chen Yuan couldn't help but clench his fists, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "If I hadn't come looking for you, were you planning to run my fiancée down before you'd finally stop?"
"How could that be!? I would never dare to do something like that! It was all my assistant's—"
"Shut up!" Secretary Lin's secretary, who was standing nearby, barked.
Then, Pei Youwen strode forward. Standing over Qi Yingchen, he lifted his leg high and stomped on his face as if kicking a dead dog.
The kick sent Qi Yingchen stumbling backward and falling flat on the ground.
There was no holding back on that kick. Even for a man as big and tall as Qi Yingchen, it left him dizzy, a fiery pain searing his face.
But he scrambled back to his feet at once and began kowtowing forcefully on the ground.
