Fang Hao only pulled over after driving out of Tsim Sha Tsui. He let out a heavy sigh. "He deserves to be Sun Yee On Guild's boss. His aura was suppressing me!" If one looked closer, his back was drenched in sweat.
"Fang Hao, we left Ye Chen there. Will he…" Fang Mi was hesitating as she spoke. She felt no better than Fang Hao. Wang Long's aura was so suppressive that she dared not speak earlier.
Fang Hao smirked. "That brat dared to offend the Sun Yee On Guild with his little tricks. What could we have done about it?"
"But what do we tell Grandpa if they kill him?" Fang Mi bit her lip as she was struggling.
"We'll just tell the truth. I believe Grandpa will understand." Fang Hao snickered, appearing disdainful. "After all, compared to Sun Yee On Guild, Ye is just too insignificant."
"I guess that's the only thing that we can do." Fang Mi released a soft sigh and secretly shook her head.
