The two middle-aged men in suits heard this and turned their gaze to Ye Teng at the same time, seeming quite troubled.
Seeing this, Ye Teng couldn't help but harrumph, utterly dissatisfied with the two middle-aged men's response.
"Are you deaf or something? Can't you hear what I'm saying?"
At this moment, one of the two middle-aged men stepped forward. He looked at Ye Teng with utmost respect, showing no emotion in the face of Ye Teng's rebuke, like a robot.
"Young Master, of course, we're not deaf. We heard you, but..."
"If you heard me, why aren't you acting? Are you waiting for me to beg you?"
Ye Teng's words thundered out, rudely cutting off the middle-aged man's speech.
The man didn't finish his sentence, a bitter expression on his face, before continuing with patience.
