Mei Deng who didn't see need to explain the condition of Chan Zian's house to Ming Baozhai, didn't expect both youngsters to butt heads about something so trivial.
"Say it again! I dare you!" Chan Zian spat out, grabbing an uncomfortable Ming Baozhai by the collar, staring daggers at him. Ming Baozhai gritted his teeth, equally offended that such a lower class person could touch him so casually.
"Who do you think you're touching? The smallest faction of the Ming clan can have your entire generation wiped out." He retorted, refusing to lose face.
The old servant who minded the plants panicked and dropped his watering can, water spilled freely to Mei Deng's feet, wetting his shoes.
"I'd like to see them try!"
At this provocation, Ming Baozhai raised his hand with the intention to land a slap across Chan Zian's face. Fortunately, Mei Deng decided to step in, separating the two from one another.
