The words rang out with strength, sharp and commanding, and Sheng Wentao exuded an aura of dominance that seemed to look down on the world.
Fu Zibo had never expected that even now, Sheng Wentao wouldn't let him go and still wanted to force him to kneel!
"Sheng Wentao, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Even a clay Bodhisattva has its limits, let alone an actual person—especially someone like Fu Zibo, a young master from Beijing!
Fu Zibo was utterly enraged by now.
"What's the matter? Thinking of calling your sister, who only knows how to spread her legs?" Sheng Wentao sneered with disdain.
"Sheng Wentao, watch your mouth!"
"Didn't Fu Xinyue spread her legs and stick out her ass for Xiao Boyang?"
Hearing Sheng Wentao's vulgar and filthy words, the crowd wanted to laugh but dared not.
Looking at the utterly arrogant Sheng Wentao, Fu Zibo gritted his teeth and said, "Sheng Wentao, I hope you still have the guts to talk like that when my sister gets here!"
