Mindset

Wang Feifan's mental state had collapsed to the extreme.

He remembered everything.

He had been far too domineering just now!

Domineeringly lecturing a woman, domineeringly taking a dump, domineeringly eating shit!

But why had it turned out like this?

Wang Feifan continued sweeping his gaze over the scene and was about to walk into the crowd.

The people over there hurriedly retreated.

At that moment, Wang Feifan was like Zhang Liao of the Three Kingdoms era.

Gods and Devils Zhang Wenyuan, his might shaking Xiaoyaojin!

His momentum surged like a rainbow.

Anyone who ran into him would want to have their limbs amputated.

"Just what the hell is going on? What's going on?!"

Wang Feifan's mindset exploded.

In front of so many people, he had actually taken a dump on the spot.

And he had done it so freely.

He had even displayed the love of a Domineering CEO.

Was he supposed to be allowed to live after this?

"Wang Feifan, you damn..."

The moment he turned around, he saw Zhong Zicong wiping himself while dry-heaving.

There was less on him than on Wang Feifan, but the scattered stains made him look like a spotted dog.

"Brother Zhong..."

"Don't call me. Ugh... damn you, blegh..."

Zhong Zicong could not even finish a single sentence.

He dry-heaved after every phrase.

Then he began vomiting violently.

As a member of an upper-class lineage, when had he ever suffered such hardship?

And this hardship was both mental and physical.

From now on, he did not even know how he was supposed to survive in the Imperial Capital's social circle.

Wang Feifan could pat his ass and leave, but he was a native-born Imperial Capital resident!

More importantly, this involved his father's reputation and his lineage's reputation.

"Wang Feifan, you... you must take responsibility