Let's put it in plain words: all that's happening now, including the death of Wang Liang's wife, originates from the culprit before us, so...
"Huahua, Wang Feng, come, help me invite our astute leader Xue Xueren inside. I'd like to have a nice long chat about ideals and life with him." The corners of her mouth curled up playfully, a strange and icy chill passing through the indifferent depths of Ling Xi's eyes that sent a shiver down one's spine.
"Wha... what!" The lackeys were startled, gasping for air, nearly choking on their words, unable to breathe in or out.
"Ling Xi, you dare!" Hearing Ling Xi's order, Xue Xueren bellowed in rage, breathing rapidly, his chest heaving; since the day he started treading this path, no one had dared talk to him in such a manner, let alone being treated this way by a young girl fresh in the field. If word of this got out, how could he possibly maintain his standing?
Unfortunately, no one seemed to care about what he thought.
