The people around us were even more astonished. Yin Xiaofan must have disrespected the power of the young, and by doing so, he was essentially challenging the authority of that youthful power. I feared that the force of character had already taught the young Yin Xiaofan a lesson no one else knew how to impart, and to top it off, he was good-looking. It was truly inconceivable. Could a few days' power turn into something so different?
"I suppose you didn't come here to tell me how simple this is!" Better to say what you want to say. Yin Xiaofan's eyes were somewhat narrow and lacked courtesy, beauty, or thievery, which managed to annoy Quan Shaotian, who, far from being angry, was even kind. Yin Xiaofan couldn't believe Quan Shaotian had such magnanimity, and was certain it must conceal an unspeakable secret.
