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Ye Xuan's face was expressionless, his eyes cold, looking down on everything, as if nothing around him existed, his gaze swept the surroundings indifferently.
Meanwhile, Zhang Teng and Li Zhen were both kneeling at his feet, but he pretended not to see them.
Zhang Teng kept kowtowing, and by this time, his forehead was swollen and bleeding, looking miserable as he screamed hoarsely.
"Mr. Tang, I was wrong. Mr. Tang, I know I was wrong."
Zhang Teng's mouth was dry, his eyes were full of bloodshot thorns, his expression was extremely unsightly, his face pale, and no one knew the torment he was enduring inside.
Since he found out who this young man in front of him was, he had been kneeling here, begging for the young man's forgiveness.
But this young man looked as cold as ice, not even glancing at him, treating him like a barking dog.
