Fu Bochuan felt as if his mind had been bombed; a buzzing noise echoed, as if struck by a heavy blow. His complexion was ugly, yet carried a hint of fascination, and for a moment, he seemed quite indecisive. Was this young man, who looked barely twenty, really such a big shot?
"Are you really the young master of the Yang Family?" Fu Bochuan still asked with a stern face. He didn't want to be fooled again. If it were truly the young master of the Yang Family intervening, then Cai Long would have nothing to say.
If he just let them go and later discovered it wasn't as it seemed, wouldn't he lose all face? Besides, whether this was a way out the other party had planned in advance was also questionable. How else could this be such a coincidence?
Why would the young master of the Yang Family not be in Donglin City but come here instead? Wasn't this too convenient? With this thought, the suspicion in Fu Bochuan's mind intensified.
