The atmosphere inside the room tensed up right after Zhao Yifei screamed at Zhao Youming.
Zhao Yifei glared fiercely at Zhao Youming and said rudely, "What are you doing here? Are you here to watch me making a fool of myself? Get lost! Get lost now or else…"
"Or else what?" Zhao Youming mockingly interrupted Zhao Yifei. Under Zhao Yifei's wide open gaze, Zhao Youming slowly walked toward him. "Yifei, with your current state, I'm afraid you can't even fight against a frail young lady."
As Zhao Youming was saying this, he deliberately paused. He discreetly sized Zhao Yifei's somewhat awkward hand up before he smirked, "Oh, I've forgotten. Yifei, the reason you end up like this is because you've been struck by a young lady. I'm sorry for not putting it in the right words."
"You…! Zhao Youming! How dare you speak to me like this?!" Zhao Yifei's expression turned dark, and he looked at him with a bone-chilling gaze.
