Song Yan didn't raise his head.
The man surnamed Huang finally caught his breath, his eyes wide with fury as he yelled at the man who had suddenly appeared beside Song Yan, "Who the hell are you? Since when is it your business to interfere with me disciplining a woman?"
The man's voice rose again, this time sounding distinctly colder, "Who did you say you wanted to discipline?"
"None of your business! Do you know who I am? I advise you to get lost while you can, otherwise I'll handle you too!"
Song Yan couldn't help but snicker at the sight of the ice water flowing down from the top of his head while he spoke.
Surely, this was a 'unique' look.
But honestly, she felt a bit sorry for the bucket.
Once removed from his head, it could only be fit for a trash can instead of scrap metal.
Song Yan's laugh once again infuriated the man surnamed Huang.