Smack! 

The loud slam of a fist brought a teacup and its contents off the table and onto the floor. 

Mu Jian-Feng, who broke the fragile cup, approached Ye Kun while waving an arm to land a hard slap onto the latter’s cheeks. 

Slap! 

Another crisp sound rang out. 

The fat on Ye Kun’s cheek wobbled with the impact. The man glared intently at his assaulter. He was angry but didn’t return the favour nor did he speak a single word in retaliation. 

“You damned traitor!” Mu Jian-Feng pointed his fingers at Ye Kun. “If I hadn’t promoted you back then, would you be where you are today? If it wasn’t for me, you’ll probably remain as a pesky general employee, living paycheck to paycheck until you die!”

Ye Kun’s lip twitched but he remained silent. It was true that he was personally trained by Mu Jian-Feng. Without the latter, he would've been a nobody. But that didn’t change the fact that the betrayal was still within reason! 

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