"Want to deal with Mr. Yang? Heh heh..."
Zhao Ke looked at him with a face full of mockery. He had not been too concerned about Yang Yifeng before, but as they traveled together, his evaluation of Yang Yifeng kept climbing higher and higher. Add to that Yang Yifeng's possibly mysterious identity, and he felt an indescribable reverence for Yang Yifeng.
"Humph, not giving up until one reaches the Yellow River!"
Chen Qiu saw Zhao Ke's expression and his lips curved into a slight smile. Then, he turned his gaze to Zhang Kuang, who was standing beside Yang Yifeng, showering him with flattery and obsequious praise.
"Boss Kuang, shouldn't we be going now?"
