"What did you say?" Du Zechen looked at Zhao Bin angrily and his forehead was full of veins. He did not expect a migrant worker to dare to talk to him like that.

"Get out of front of me before I want to get angry. When I get angry, you can't walk away."

Zhao Bin's voice was cold, with a fierce streak, but his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Du Zechen.

Du Zechen's heart chuckled. When he looked at Zhao Bin, his heart was trembling.

Jiang Lai and Tian Wen on the other side were also stunned. They didn't expect Zhao Bin to dare to talk to Du Zechen like...