"What's the big deal? In broad daylight, you, publicly, wielded a gun, and even caused a girl's hand to become disabled. How dare you say it's not a big deal?"
Grandfather Ye's tone couldn't help but rise aggressively, "In your eyes, Ye Che, what is considered a serious matter? Does it need to result in a fatality to be important?"
What counts as a serious matter? The incident with Xia Weiyi is a serious matter.
Ye Che curled his lip, muttered to himself, then let out a cold snort, a shard of cruelty flashing in his eyes before his grandfather.
"If she hadn't stopped me, I really could have taken them all out."
"Nonsense! Utter nonsense! Right from Beijing, I've heard of the glorious deeds of Young Master Ye. Is that not enough for you? Do you want to commit murder?"
"If it weren't for Chairman Xu and Director Wang smoothing things over for you, I bet you'd sooner or later spend some time locked up. Do you think you could still leisurely enjoy this Tieguanyin tea?"
