As soon as Ye Fan answered his uncle's call, he felt a surge of anger coming his way.
"Ye Fan, I'm warning you, I don't care who you befriend, but stay away from shady women."
"I just glanced at her, and she called me a country bumpkin, berating me for not having seen beautiful women and whatnot. It's simply too much. Even worse, she said the tea we kindly prepared for her was horrible. It's downright rude."
"In the future, don't bring such friends home. High-class girls are beyond the reach of our Ye Family, and we have no intention to provoke them. I'm giving you two choices now: either break off with such friends, or stop considering me your uncle."
"Though the Ye Family has declined, we still won't take insults from others."
Ye Qingping, filled with rage, blamed all his discontent on Ye Fan.
He was furious, but knowing better than to embarrass Zhao Shiyan directly, he chose to criticize Ye Fan for making such a poor choice of friend.
