Wong Dahai clutched at Jiyun like a drowning man clutching at a straw, hand said hastily, "Miss, it's not that I'm stubborn and unable to adapt. Look at Third Old Master, he still threatens to beat and kill me. I really have no other choice!"
Song Sanliang looked at Wong Dahai as if he were a disgusting bug. And now this bug had crawled onto his head, flaunting his power, which he just couldn't bear.
He glanced around and suddenly swung a Taishi Chair toward Wong Dahai, shouting, "You think I really can't deal with you!"
Wong Dahai, frightened, darted outside, yelling, "Help! Third Old Master wants to kill me!"
Like a broken pot, Song Sanliang chased after him and struck him, yelling, "I do want to kill you, what can you do about it?"
Not to mention Madam Zeng, even Ninth Master Song couldn't stand it anymore, realizing how mistaken he had been in the past to think well of Song Sanliang, whom now he saw as inferior to Jiyun.
But he didn't intend to intervene in this matter.
