Enraged beyond measure, he stopped struggling.
"Ji Yu! Was all of this your doing?!"
Ji Yu lowered his eyelids, not saying a word.
Ke Yu sneered, wanting to struggle forward and tear this hypocritical person apart.
The strong man behind him, however, restrained him, not allowing him to break free.
Ke Yu panted, his eyes filled with hatred.
"You're nothing but a male prostitute from a brothel, yet you dare to think of monopolizing the Marquis's heart.
So jealous, so vicious, and so hypocritical. When the Young Master discovers your true self, how many days do you think you have left to live?"
Ji Yu still didn't glance at Ke Yu.
At a glance, it seemed as if he was humbly listening to him speak.
Ke Yu was made even angrier by this scene.
"You don't need to act in front of me, dismissing everyone in the Young Master's rear courtyard, even sending me away, all of this was your idea, wasn't it?!"
Lanzhi stood by, signaling the two men to drag him away.
