"Not bad, you are indeed a man!" Seeing Huaa Wushuang angrily reprimanding Housekeeper Huaa, Ye Zhen narrowed his eyes and gave Huaa Wushuang a thumbs up in approval!
"If your next sentence is still this kind of nonsense, Young Master won't mind turning you into a dead cockroach in the next moment!" Huaa Wushuang had a stern face, but his shining eyes betrayed him.
From a young age, he had grown up surrounded by compliments and praise. Ye Zhen's approach of harshly scolding first then admiring him after stripping away the honor brought by his family was especially gratifying to him.
Actually, even Huaa Wushuang himself hadn't realized that what he craved most deep in his heart was for others to praise him because he was Huaa Wushuang, not because he was the Huaa Clan Young Master.
