Fearing that his boss would give on-the-spot lessons on how to beat up his nephew, Han Yao hurriedly dragged Yunyang outside.
"Han Yao bro, what are you doing? Is something the matter? We weren't finished talking," Yunyang said, confused, while also reluctantly looking back.
"Young Master Yunyang, I have a question I'd like to ask you, can we step aside to talk?" Han Yao thought to himself, I'm saving you here, little ancestor!
"Why can't we talk about it here?" Yunyang muttered. He was still very worried about those two, "Han Yao bro, what if they start fighting after we leave? What are we going to do then!"
From what he knew about Song Yan, that wasn't entirely impossible.
After all, it was he who had dubbed Song Yan the entertainment industry's number one spitfire.
And now the other party wasn't just anyone; it was his uncle...
This was basically like throwing a barrel of gunpowder into a raging fire.
"No, I can't be at ease!"
