Yu Jingting's face was expressionless as he tossed the extinguished cigarette butt onto the ground.
While Yan Dagang was rolling on the ground clutching his scalded hand, Yu Jingting stepped on his back, his voice not loud but filled with stern harshness.
"How dare you lust over my wife? Did you already buy your coffin?"
At this moment, Yan Dagang was filled with regret and fear, blaming himself for getting drunk and stirring up trouble with such a formidable figure as Yu Jingting.
Now he really was in a sticky situation, whether he pooped or not, he was still screwed.
"I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again! Please spare me?"
Yu Jingting snorted, slowly flexing his wrist, his foot firmly planted on Yan Dagang, preventing him from escaping.
"Did you bully a few young girls?"
"No, I didn't——ah!"
A scream startled the birds resting on the tree branches.
"Someone saw everything, do you think I would spare you for not telling the truth?"