Ding Chenmo had come solely to vent his pent-up frustration, not to catch up with Wang Ye. If he accepted their kindness, how could he go about smashing the Martial Arts Hall?
When Wang Ye heard Ding Chenmo's relentless words, the corners of his wrinkled eyes twitched, and his smile turned somewhat awkward, yet he still struggled to maintain it. "I never imagined that after all these years, you would still be... completely unchanged."
Just as arrogant and unreasonable as when he was a boy, showing no respect for his elders!
Looking at the mature and handsome man before him, Wang Ye seemed to see the boy from over a decade ago, who had knocked him down with a face full of disdain and scorn. Even after so many years, he still clearly remembered his words.
He had said, "With your skills, you dare to run a Martial Arts Hall; aren't you afraid of someone challenging you?"
