In a luxurious mansion in the east of the city, an extremely furious shout suddenly rang out, "How dare the little thief do this?"
The voice was so loud that half of the household heard it, and for a moment, the bustling servants became extremely cautious, not daring to make a sound.
It was the third young master's voice. No one knew what had made him so angry. The servants of the Qi Mansion could only pray that they wouldn't run into the third young master later...
In the study room.
Qi Xingdong's face was ashen, glaring at Zheng Shi standing in front of him, his gaze was like he wanted to devour someone, "A destitute man, lucky enough to break through to Sixth Grade, becomes so arrogant? This little bastard even wants my head? Go tell him, this young master is right here at Jin Yuansheng, let's see what he's capable of, if he can take my life."
Zheng Shi stood there hunched over, head lowered, silently enduring Qi Xingdong's anger.
"Enough!"
