Chapitre 898: All The Troubles Come From The Tongue

The words of this cab driver made Li Qiang vexed and grieve inwardly; he even nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood. He was no longer able to suppress his anger and furiously yelled, "Shut the hell up, will you? Are you gonna die if you don't shut up? Fuck! You know nothing that happened and yet spit out such bullshit!"

The cab driver, however, wasn't angry. He shook his head instead and looked more sympathizing at the guy and sighed, "Alright, alright. I won't talk again. It's just human nature to be angry at such things. You're the one who earns the money, so you gotta vent what you can't vent out. No, I won't talk again."

Myriads of curses rushed wildly in Li Qiang's head and he angrily glared at the cab driver before his furious face shifted to the Mercedes-Benz in front. He was truly itching and wished he could drag that punk out and rip him to pieces.

Bowen Restaurant.