The little old man slowly turned his eyes to Ning Yuan, a sarcastic smile on his old face. "Young people today really disappoint me! Look, he didn't just throw his weight around, but also talked nonsense!"
"Hey, old man, who are you?
Seeing that the little old man dared speak to him like this, Ning Yuan flew into a great rage, his handsome face filled with anger.
"I'm sorry," the little old man slightly narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "but I'm that Tian Ya you just mentioned."
Hearing his words, Ning Yuan's face quickly changed, turning from blue to purple and then pale with rage, embarrassment, and shame. He tightly bit his lips and trembled slightly.
"No... no way. You're Tian Ya? It's impossible!"
Tian Lin didn't tell him at all that Tian Ya would go to the Ning Family, so the old man must be a fake.
