"Be careful, young man."
The white-haired old man sitting on the right squinted his eyes and watched Ye Fengsheng with interest. He thought he also admired a newborn calf who fears no tiger. Therefore, he said, "I don't care about you, but I can't be so reckless."
He maintained a calm demeanor, offering no assistance to either side. He was accustomed to big waves and strong winds. The people around were curious and somewhat afraid of Ye Fengsheng. But in the end, he settled down, indifferent. He simply took a new teacup to replace the broken one and drank by himself.
Ye Fengsheng glanced at him and said, "If you don't tell me, you'll steal. If you don't tell me, you'll steal. I told you from the beginning, which family can't become a great family? If you don't understand the truth of daring to do such a thing in a century-old legacy, it's enough for a counterattack. Now you're trying to swallow what belongs to me, yet if given to someone to eat, how can you deny it?"
