Song Zhiyu felt like he didn't check the almanac before going out today. He just left home and already stepped in a pile of dog shit. That's right, this Ji Qi dressed in fancy clothes, looking all high and mighty, was nothing but a pile of shit in his eyes.
Damn it, this pile of shit is showing off just because his great-aunt is Princess Consort Ji?
Nowadays, who doesn't have a few connections!
But Song Zhiyu hadn't even mentioned his own connections yet, and that brain-dead guy had his lackeys beat him up?
What a joke!
"Hey, you, did you hear that? This pile of shit said he wants to hit me. Come on, teach him a lesson and show him how to behave!" Song Zhiyu sneered and beckoned a guard.
"Yes, Sir."
Ji Qi barely heard it, only pushing his henchman beside him, shouting, "What are you all standing there for? Go get him! Beat him, ruin his face! If not, I'll ruin you when I get back!"
Song Zhiyu squinted his eyes and gave the guard a knowing look.
