To Duan Zhuo'e, with his uncle expanding his power in Tianhai, he considered himself at least half a local host. And since he was a host, he had to act like one.
Fang Caizhe, whose bandaged wound made the area look swollen, watched Duan Zhuo'e's antics with a flash of scorn in his eyes.
He only managed to get a villa in Tianhai. What's there to show off about?
At that moment, Duan Chongfeng roared, "You little rascal, shut your mouth! Do you have any of the Duan Family's decorum left?"
"I was just saying is all," Duan Zhuo'e said with a playful grin. In front of Duan Chongfeng, he always let himself go.
Duan Chongfeng glared at him, but then his expression changed in an instant. He put on a smile and said, "Qian'er, Caizhe, you two settle in for now. Let me know if you have any problems."
"Also, your two companions should be back tonight. They will also be staying in this villa."
