"Ruoxiang, this is none of your business," Liu Lang managed to say through gritted teeth, holding back his anger.
"Even if it's none of my business, how can such a simple matter escalate to this extent? What are you trying to show?"
Ye Ruoxiang spoke unapologetically.
"Ye Ruoxiang! Don't push me. I hold back my shouting because I give you face, but without that respect, in my eyes, you're nothing but a cheap woman," Liu Lang said, seething with anger.
What did Ye Ruoxiang mean by that? It was a clear jab at Liu Lang's pettiness.
But this was no longer a matter of pettiness.
Kneeling before Xia Liu in front of countless people was an issue of dignity.
If he didn't handle this right, how could he, Liu Lang, ever get by in Yanjing again?
There was another dreadful matter: if he didn't deal with Xia Liu properly,
The position of Young Master of the Liu Family might be in jeopardy.
