Sun Hao's words are now openly provocative to Chen Feng.
Ye Qingqing's face is a mask of frost. She can't help wanting to give Sun Hao a big slap across the face.
But Ye Qingqing restrains herself!
Because Mr. and Mrs. Ye were present, as were her grandfather and the elders of Ye Family.
"Sun Hao, don't think you're invulnerable just because of your little cultivation skills. Mind your language,"
Ye Qingqing said sternly.
"I'm sorry, but speaking my mind is just how I am. Qingqing, I believe, I am a better match for you,"
Sun Hao said straight out.
With this statement, some people agreed, while others frowned.
Old Sir Ye, for example, knitted his brows tightly.
Ye Wujin gave Sun Hao a quick glance, shook his head, and sighed, but said nothing.
He knew that Sun Hao and Sun Family, despite having some abilities, were far from a match for Chen Feng.
"Sun Hao, I will say this once more. You and I will never happen. If you persist on this, don't blame me ..."
