Huo Chenyu looked at him calmly, "Which hand did you use when you pushed her?"
Zhao Qian forced his neck to stay straight and spat out a word, unwilling to give up, "You…"
Before he could finish his sentence, the boy's calm voice sounded again,
"Or, did you use both hands?"
Zhao Qian heard the boy's confusing words and his heart skipped a beat.
"...What do you mean?"
Did he really dare to make a move on him?
Hah.
What a joke!
Zhao Qian straightened his back slightly and threatened with a cold smile, "I suggest you stay calm. You better weigh yourself before trying to stick up for somebody else."
"Do you know about the mining city in Salt City?"
He raised an eyebrow and grinned, "That belongs to my family."
"All the big families have their eyes on it and according to the discussions, we've decided to hand it over to the Huo family."
