Upon hearing this, the corners of Yang Xiao's mouth lifted ever so slightly.
He chuckled lightly and did not argue with Ye Teng, this is the Tiandong City Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, not a marketplace; there was no need to see who could shout louder or whose voice was more booming.
The outcome of the contest between him and Ye Teng would naturally speak for itself.
Ye Teng had already lost his usual grace, and Yang Xiao felt no need to join Ye Teng in abandoning the dignity he had always maintained.
His effortless poise and composure were ingrained in his bones, completely different from the facade that Ye Teng had put on.
"Why are you silent? Are you admitting that I'm right and you dare not speak?" Ye Teng, seeing Yang Xiao's silence, couldn't help but reveal a hint of smugness on his fierce face.
He believed his words had struck a chord with Yang Xiao and, with a smirk, the anger in his heart subsided quite a bit.
