Song Yuancheng pushed his hand away and said viciously, "Ming Zhiyan, I will kill you sooner or later!"
At the same time, he was glad that those things in the dungeon were sent out early. Otherwise, he would have been finished by now.
"I didn't expect Crown Prince Ming to barge into my prefect residence to save a woman. It seems that Song Yunfeng that b*tch was right. Ming Zhiyan really has his heart set on that woman. It's good that he has a soft spot. We know how to deal with Ming Zhiyan now."
The Butler lowered his head and did not speak. Seeing that Song Yuancheng was immersed in his own thoughts, he lowered his sense of presence even more.
After Song Yuancheng had thought about his own matters, he glanced at the Butler.
The Butler immediately straightened his fat body. His heart trembled, afraid that Song Yuancheng would hit and scold him.
