Upon hearing his words, many lords turned their gazes toward Fu Ming, the new lord. Their expressions varied, but for the most part, they had dangerous glints in their eyes.
The new lord wanted to say something here? Was he tired of living?
Fu Ming looked at Shang Ningyi and imitated his second brother's posture. "I have nothing to say. Lord Shang, you're mistaken," he said calmly.
"There are so many seniors here. I have no right to speak. Lord Shang, you think too highly of me. Are you trying to elevate me so that I fall harder?"
"Is that so? Do you really have nothing to say?" Shang Ningyi looked at Fu Ming with a fake smile and glanced at Qian Jiyun beside him.
How could he not have noticed that those two were in cahoots? Needless to say, Qian Jiyun had to be the one who made Fu Ming approach him. Only someone as devious as Qian Jiyun would do something like this.
