When Zhao Chengshuang heard the young man speak, he sensed that something was amiss. As soon as he heard Ye Qing's words, Zhao Chengshuang's complexion immediately changed, and he hurried over with a smile, saying, "Ye Zi, stop joking around. Let's go, let's go, let's head upstairs. I haven't even had breakfast yet, you've got to sort that out for me!"
Ye Qing didn't move because that young man was staring at him with an extremely icy expression. Ye Qing was not someone who usually sought conflict, but if you were too arrogant, that would be a bit too much, wouldn't it?
The young man's brow furrowed tightly, and he said angrily, "You have the guts, say what you just said again!"
"Seems like the Xihang Shen Family really is quite domineering!" Ye Qing shrugged his shoulders and said, "You don't even want to let people talk anymore? Who exactly gave you such power that you can even restrict what others say?"
