"Argh." Yibo grunted as his throat was grabbed and he was shoved against the wall, as the person who was grabbing his throat applied pressure to his neck. "You fucking bastard! You dared show your face in front of me again, huh?" Yibo' s eyes widened as he struggled, "Zhan, please listen to me. I am sorry, I am really sorry. "Sorry? You are fucking sorry? You filthy thief!" Zhan said as he let go of his neck and punched him across the face, "Sorry, I am sorry. I am really sorry, Zhan." Zhan smirked as he looked at him maniacally and said, "Sorry? Oh, you will be sorry; you will be very, very sorry."