Xi Wei wasn't Xi Yuan. Or Xi Fang. He was the youngest son of the Xi family. He wasn't someone who thought of propriety, or of sophistication. He never assorted silence as an option to deal with a situation such as these. He spoke. Harshly. But even so, the young man rarely used abusive language.
So when he snapped at Zhao Chenhua like that, almost everyone around him felt a chill run down their spine. Even Huang Biu was slightly taken aback by the man's rage. She diverted her gaze from the lounge upstairs to the young man standing right beside her.
The person humiliated by Xi Wei was Zhao Chenhua. A girl was used to having people jump to her orders and not the other way around. She was, after all, one of the Zhaos. The family under the shed of the Huangs. Not just anyone ordinary could suppress them. But then again, Xis had never been 'ordinary'. They were above everyone in this game of power and influence.
