The bald man had already been holding in a bellyful of anger, but upon hearing these words.
His rage instantly surged from the depths of his heart, where it was already boiling.
Even the blood in his veins wasn't idling; it too began to bubble restlessly.
He kept his eyes wide open, staring at Crescent, and even clenched his fists a little tighter.
His complexion also gradually darkened, truly unable to take in Crescent's words.
And he really wanted to give Crescent a good scolding.
How could Crescent talk like this? There must be something wrong with her head.
But the bald man could only curse silently within his heart, not daring to actually voice the insults.
If he really did so, he'd probably end up being whipped a few more times.
It had not been easy to calm Crescent down.
If he got whipped a few more times now, the consequences would be unimaginable.
The bald man still had some self-awareness.
