Before Mei Shichen's hand could fall upon Gao Pang's face, a large hand swooped in out of nowhere and firmly clutched Mei Shichen's wrist.
"Young Master Mei, what are you doing?" Qin Hai coldly stared at Mei Shichen and said.
Mei Shichen was so angry he was panting, squinting at Qin Hai. Suddenly, he shook off Qin Hai's hand and snorted, "Qin, I know you don't like me. If you have something to say, just say it straight. There's no need for these shady little tricks."
"Show some respect when you speak about our chairman!" Gao Pang suddenly roared, taking a massive step forward, his presence like a meaty mountain bearing down, frightening Mei Shichen into hastily retreating two steps.
Qin Hai blocked Gao Pang and said indifferently, "Have you forgotten what I just said? Everyone who comes is a guest, and guests should be treated politely."
"Yes!" Gao Pang quickly backed off, then stared at Mei Shichen with disdain.