Cen Muxiao's words made Cen Muyun jerk his head back. Had he heard that right? Not only had he failed to get an explanation, he was being forced to choose between two options instead?
What a damn joke!
How had this whole household become incapable of reason?
One of them had scratched his car right under his nose in broad daylight, then patted his ass and swaggered away.
The other, the one who could actually call the shots, had seen it happen and acted as though he hadn't. Not only did he want to send him packing, he'd even threatened to wreck his car!
Wasn't that obviously taking his own man's side?
These two must have coordinated this beforehand!
No wonder Guo Lantai had been so arrogant. He had someone backing him up!
He perked up his ears, cocked his head at Cen Muxiao, and asked again, "Cen Muxiao, say that again. What do you mean, make me choose? Do I need to spell it out for you again? The problem right now is that my car was damaged by your man. Do you understand?
"Guo Lantai scratched up my car. He walked off like it was nothing and left me one message: come find you directly. He said it was your motorcycle. Now that I've found you, you're going to deny it?"
"My motorcycle?"
Cen Muxiao repeated softly. He did not believe those elegant marks could have been made by any of his motorcycles.
Besides, his motorcycles cost hundreds of thousands, even millions. Had they actually been used as tools for scratching up someone's car?
He had no idea which unlucky bike Guo Lantai had taken a liking to!
"Of course it is! Ask those two security guards. They treasured it like it was their own baby, practically ready