"Young Master, you were the one who asked me to speak..." Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and he said softly, "Then I'll say it."
Beitang Yao remained silent, merely raising an eyebrow, signaling him not to be so hesitant and to speak directly.
Ye Feng, still uneasy, glanced at Beitang Yao. At this moment, he wore a cold expression. Ye Feng took a step toward the door of the study, making an escape more convenient.
After fully preparing himself, Ye Feng finally spoke softly, "Miss Xia was drunk tonight and kept saying—Young Master is a bastard—" Before Beitang Yao could react, Ye Feng immediately turned and fled. If not now, then when?
What?! That damned woman! How dare she insult him?!
Just as Beitang Yao was about to vent his anger at Ye Feng, he glanced up, but there was no sign of Ye Feng, only emptiness before him.
Beitang Yao paced back and forth in the study, his ears filled with Ye Feng's comment—Young Master is a bastard!
