After Yann Xiangyang spoke, she walked straight to a corner, very far away from Wen Qingye.
Wen Qingye scoffed. Watching her back, he said, "You really think that highly of Wen Tongyu, don't you?"
Yann Xiangyang paused. With disdain in her eyes, she said, "That's right. I do look down on you, and I do think highly of Wen Tongyu. What of it? You, trying to seize the position of Wen Family Patriarch? Dream on! The regal aura he possesses is something you'll never attain in your lifetime. Sooner or later, he'll prove to you that you and he are not from the same world."
After hearing this, Wen Qingye's eyes narrowed, a sharp glint flashing within them. He suddenly burst into laughter. "Wen Tongyu? HAHAHAHA! A true king has no need for proof, does he?"
After speaking, Wen Qingye's sleeves fluttered. With a composed expression, he turned and walked toward a distant corner.
The corner of Yann Xiangyang's mouth twitched. She let out a cold snort and took a delicate step.
