Just as Deputy Director Teng was at a complete loss, he suddenly felt something cold on his face. A glass of wine had been flung into it, and was dripping down.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
The emotions Meng Tianyue had suppressed to the breaking point finally erupted. He slammed the table and cursed furiously, "Who the hell are you?! Fuck your mother, you goddamned fat bastard! What right do you have to stand in front of me?!"
"Do you fucking know who I am?!"
"Fuck your granny, you fat bastard! Trash! Son of a bitch! Your whole family are sons of bitches! You hear me? Sons of bitches! Huh?"
Meng Tianyue picked up a large bowl of fish soup and viciously smashed it into Teng Guangyuan's face. Then came all the other dishes, one plate after another bursting across the face of Deputy Director Teng, whom he had been calling his little brother just moments earlier!
He hurled dishes and abuse together, his curses vicious beyond measure. Whatever was filthy, whatever was venomous-those were the words he chose!
Teng Guangyuan stood there, utterly dumbfounded.
It was not that he did not want to dodge, but that he had never imagined such a reversal was possible!
Even now, his mind was a fog, and he was still wondering: What on earth is going on?
From inviting me last night right up until just now... he was so warm and friendly the whole time. What... what happened?
Only when the thirteenth plate of food struck his face did Teng Guangyuan come to his senses. He hastily wiped his face and shouted angrily, "What are you doing?"
As for his wife and son, they were still frozen, stupefied with fright.
Like ducks stunned senseless by thunder, they had no