The young man's face turned completely liver-colored.
In his life, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.
Even in the capital, wherever he went, there were many people flattering and buttering him up.
Of course, he didn't really like these superficial actions.
But he didn't reject them either.
Basically, he didn't pay much attention to it.
However, someone cursing him to his face like this, he was seeing for the first time.
Was he courting death?
The next moment, he roared angrily, "Aunt Mu, I want you to tear that girl's mouth apart!"
"Then let's see what she has to say!!!"
Even if he hadn't spoken, the middle-aged woman and man beside him looked extremely displeased, ready for action.
This was their young master!
If the young master was insulted, it was equivalent to them being insulted.
Even if these people in front of them didn't seem ordinary.
Maybe they were very powerful.
After all, Uncle Qiao was already silent.
