Chapter 565 You Think Too Highly of Yourself

• A dexterous Frank easily caught the mug Dylan hurled.
• Instantly, Frank's forehead was beaded with cold sweat as he snapped at the man in front of him, "Dylan, if this mug had hit me, my head would've been bleeding. If you think this mug is ugly, you can just tell me about it. I don't mind buying a new one for you."
• Seeing that he had missed his target, Dylan sported a dark expression and glared at him.