Seeing the young master's sudden appearance, Ye Wushuang's heart sank. 'Looks like there's trouble today,' he thought.
And sure enough.
The moment Young Master Tang finished speaking, the crowd's gazes all turned to Ye Wushuang, filled with ill intent. Even the few young men standing near Ye Wushuang quietly distanced themselves, afraid of being associated with him and getting caught in the aftermath.
However, Ye Wushuang paid them no mind. He continued to sip his fine wine as if nothing was wrong, his expression completely unruffled.
"Young Master, how did this brat offend you?" the tall young man asked, quickly stepping in front of Young Master Tang. In his heart, he had his own little scheme.
"This lowlife dared to hit me! Zheng Xiong, go cripple him for me," Young Master Tang roared, touching his face and hissing in pain. The hatred he felt for Ye Wushuang intensified.
"What? That bastard dared to hit you!"
