As long as the green hills are there, one need not worry about firewood.
The essence of this saying was something that the crew-cut young man had clearly grasped very thoroughly.
When it was time to bow, he bowed without hesitation; for the sake of survival, he would even grovel if necessary.
Looking at him now, not a trace remained of his earlier arrogance, pride, or rampaging demeanor, and to say he was a changed person would not have been an exaggeration.
As for the matters arranged by his young master, he dared not mention a single word.
What he wanted to do now was to leave this place and preserve his own life.
"Being mocked by others? Do you think I care about such things?" Yang Xiao stood there and said without a change of emotion.
His expression was icy, like a piece of cold ice, and the chill emanating from him was intensely oppressive.
