Behind Liu Lang, a large group of henchmen followed.
Dressed to the nines, their faces exuded an air of arrogance, as if they were superior to others who seemed beneath them.
"Young Master Liu, you've finally arrived!" Zhao Min's father saw Liu Lang bringing people and immediately stood up, greeting him enthusiastically while leaving Chu Feng and his company out in the cold.
This stark difference in treatment made Chu Feng's eyebrows twitch ever so slightly.
Yan Qing was hot-tempered, and seeing his master being insulted and neglected, he couldn't stand it any longer.
Bang!
Yan Qing slammed his palm down onto the tea table, shattering it to pieces, which startled Zhao Min's parents greatly.
"Oh my... My redwood tea table, a fine item passed down through generations. It's worth at least a hundred silver taels, you paupers. Without cause, you've damaged my furniture; I'm going to have you arrested and brought before the authorities!"
Zhao Min's father trembled with anger.
