Ye Fan suddenly turned around and looked at Dong Xing, "Is this a questioning of me?"
Dong Xing clenched his teeth and glared at Ye Fan, "This matter has nothing to do with you, Mr. Ye, this is between us."
Ye Fan's mouth turned up abruptly, and he directly turned his body and slapped him across the face.
Smack.
Dong Xing's eyes shot fire, but he forcibly restrained his impulse, because, unlike Zhang Chang, he couldn't afford to provoke this man. However, letting him back down was something he was unwilling to accept, for how could he get by in the future otherwise.
After Ye Fan had slapped Dong Xing, he sneered, "You're right, this is your matter and I naturally can't intervene."
"But, to speak to me in such a manner, you seem to show little respect for me."
"This slap serves as a lesson for you. Now, take your people and get out. This club now belongs to my buddies, have the paperwork ready and send it over tomorrow."
Dong Xing took a deep breath.
"I understand."
