She released Xuanyuan Mo Ze's arm and stepped forward fearlessly in front of Han Rong. Her gaze was as cold as the frost and scolded him in an imposing manner. "You're a servant. Who gave you the right to be presumptuous in front of your master?"
"You, you're an outsider, you have no right to speak here!"
Han Rong was so livid that his face turned ashen. His chest heaved violently and his whole body was brimming with hostility. It looked like he wished to put Feng Jiu to death. There's no doubt that if Xuanyuan Mo Ze was not standing there, he would have made a move.
Feng Jiu sneered. "An outsider, me? Oh, isn't it better than you, a servant?"
"I was the one watching Ah Ze grew up!" He clenched his fist and shouted angrily.
