Ya Shitian's complexion grew even darker, his entire body exuding an icy chill—
His rage was felt by everyone.
Ye Rumeng couldn't help but tremble with fear.
She hadn't expected that a mere change in Ya Shitian's demeanor would exert such formidable intimidation.
If she truly angered him...
No, she mustn't fear him, she mustn't allow evil forces to bring her down.
Just at this tense moment, Ye Anqi suddenly spoke up.
"Oh my, the esteemed Mr. Ya Shitian, surely you can't be serious in your anger? This little girl I don't speak well, please, with your esteemed self, don't be petty with me."
Ye Anqi's swift change of face dropped many jaws.
Ya Shitian's lips curled in amusement, "If I were to be petty with you, wouldn't that make me less esteemed?"
"People of high esteem wouldn't deign to quarrel with common folk," Ye Anqi continued to flatter him.
Ya Shitian leaned back in his chair with a lazy air, "Fine, I won't be petty with you. Now get in the car."
