"Who let her in?" Jiang Shuxuan didn't look at Xiahou Chengqin—looking at Yi Bing with cold eyes.
There was a layer of cold sweat on Yi Bing, and his heart trembled slightly. "It should be Yi Tiao, they know that your wound is deep, so they didn't stop Miss Xiahou."
He knew what these kinds of people were thinking deep in their hearts. The Jiang family's status in the ancient martial arts world was very prestigious, and countless people flocked towards them. But the boss's temper was volatile these past few days, and his subordinates were the one that had been keeping him in check. Otherwise, the entire world would probably be turned upside down once the boss got really angry.
Yi Bing recited a silent tribute for Yi Tiao, thinking that the other would probably follow in Yi Tong's course in life.
