Zhu Ting, furious, threw a fierce punch into the peach tree, shaking loose a few small buds.
"The tree's damaged; that's going to cost you."
A cold voice came from behind.
Ye Ling looked at the fallen buds on the ground with a tinge of heartache, as he liked to practice his martial arts here, always being careful not to even disturb a single leaf.
Soon, those buds would have blossomed into peach flowers, and it was a pity they were now lost.
"Are you that martial fanatic from the Ye family? When did the Ye family become so petty as to demand compensation for a damn tree?"
Zhu Ting sized up Ye Ling from head to toe.
He had heard that the Ye family wanted to marry this lad to Ye Xiao in a case of 'keeping wealth within the family.' The Ye family really was naively optimistic.
"Please leave this place."
Ye Ling didn't like the man before him; this man gave him a very bad feeling.
"I don't like it here either."
With an evil smile, Zhu Ting dropped that line and left.
