Zhao Tui, The Young Master of the Zhao family, strode into the courtyard, his handsome features twisted in a dark scowl.
His eyes narrowed dangerously as he fixed the impudent servant Wang with a withering glare hearing the commenting his sister.
He, himself loved his sister dearly, hoping to take her as wife someday.
"Well! Well! Well! Who is disturbed by the beauty of a gorgeous woman? Better to pluck his eyes out," Zhao Tui spat, his voice dripping with venom.
He stalked toward Wang, his every movement exuding a palpable aura of menace.
This guy is a true Young Manster, not afraid of uttering coating death.
Stopping just inches away, Zhao Tui leaned in, his breath ghosting over Wang's face.
"You dare make light of my sister's teachings? You filthy, disrespectful cur!" he snarled, his hand snapping out to seize Wang by the collar.
