Jian Yi turned his cold, hard, emotionless face to the side, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a voice with no warmth at all: "What exactly did she call him."
The man glanced at him. There wasn't much expression on Jian Yi's indifferent face, but his gaze was so cold it was terrifying.
Yet it was precisely this that made him seem even more frightening.
The man's back instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He steeled himself, took a deep breath, clenched his teeth and quickly said:
"Song Wanwan called the young master a stutter! After that, it was Lu Li who stood up for the young master, with Qu Qianqian and Zhang Yiming helping out from the side. So, those three kids probably really do want to be friends with the young master."
"A stutter?" Jian Yi's deep eyes suddenly turned ice-cold, and a thin, cold smile slipped from his lips. "The Song Family sure raised a good daughter!"
