"Why did you become silent, Young Master Ye?" Yun Lintian wiped some bloodstains off the table and asked Ye Xiaolong with a harmless smile.
Looking at Yun Lintian's smile, Ye Xiaolong felt a chill run down his spine. He realized that the young man in front of him was far from ordinary!
Ye Xiaolong forced a smile as he replied, "Ugh... I think there may be some misunderstandings here... I just..."
"Misunderstanding?" Yun Lintian squinted his eyes. "I remembered you want to kill me earlier. You call this misunderstanding? Young Master Ye surely knows how to make a joke."
Cold sweat appeared on Ye Xiaolong's forehead and did not know how to refute. His brains spun rapidly, trying to find a way out of this predicament created by himself.
Suddenly, Yun Lintian laughed and poured a new cup of water for Ye Xiaolong. "Don't be nervous, Young Master Ye. Since you've said it's a misunderstanding, then it certainly is a misunderstanding."
