"Leave? You gotta explain things to me today," Young Master Zhao had no intention of leaving, thinking to himself, "What are you so afraid of with just one dumb kid around?"
But those were just grumbles in his heart. Ma Zi, who seemed to be in his thirties, was somewhat savvy in his ways, yet he couldn't see what charm Ye Xiaofei had that made Yin Tao from the Race Car Gang so damn spineless.
"Young Master Zhao, if you don't leave now, don't blame me for being impolite."
Yin Tao didn't want to offend Ye Xiaofei, and his tone of voice hardened to convince Young Master Zhao to back off and not look for trouble.
"Fine then, Yin Tao, you're something else."
Young Master Zhao was so furious he didn't know what to say. He took a deep breath of cool air and said to Yin Tao, "Look at you, siding with your guest instead of your brothers. How impressive."
Yin Tao gave a bitter smile; the 'guest' was no less than a god to him, but he didn't voice that thought.
