Xiao Zheng saw this and his face darkened. So many people bullying one young girl, do they have no shame? Snorting coldly, a terrifying pressure surged from his body.
Suddenly.
Those snide and sarcastic designers all felt an inexplicable chill and terror. This sensation came so unexpectedly that each of them shut their mouths, not daring to speak anymore.
"A bunch of ants daring to look down on my work? Just watch carefully when the time comes,"
Xiao Zheng sneered.
With friends, with brothers, he was easygoing, all smiles and jokes. But towards these ordinary people filled with nothing but presumption, the Evil God was naturally not going to be courteous.
Suddenly.
The faces of the designers turned various shades of green and white. Hearing Xiao Zheng's contemptuous words, they were indignant, wanting to retort, but under the enveloping terror of that pressure, they trembled all over, unable to utter a word.