"What do you mean by that?"
Lii Yijun's head snapped up. His gaze fixed on Su Yang, instantly turning cold as ice.
"I don't mean anything by it. He hit the young master. As long as he does what I said before, I'll throw him out of Juying Tower, whether Second Young Master Lii tells me to or not," Su Yang said bluntly, his cold gaze locked on Ye Wushuang.
Lii Yijun's expression darkened at once. He couldn't believe Su Yang was so arrogant as to show him, a young master of the Lii Family, no respect whatsoever.
Lii Yijun was also furious. He snapped coldly, "Su Yang, you're nothing but a dog! Do you really think you're somebody? Get lost!"
"Second Young Master Lii, I suggest you watch your mouth. This isn't the Lii Family's estate!" Su Yang's face was utterly grim, a chilling glint in his eyes.
"What? So because this isn't the Lii Family's estate, you're going to try and keep me here?" Lii Yijun retorted coldly.
