It was as if Wang Ye hadn't heard a word I said. His expression didn't change, his steps didn't pause, but in the depths of his eyes a hidden chill gathered.
When he walked up to Wang Bo, Wang Ye bent down slightly and said, "I'm not a good person."
But Wang Bo didn't even spare Wang Ye a glance. He turned his old face away and said faintly,
"Yes, Grandpa." Wang Bo took Wang Ye's wine cup without a word and drained it in one go.
A junior toasting his elder, yet making his own "queen" drink in his place—this was no longer mere disregard, it was naked humiliation. Wang Ye set down the cup and sat, his eyes filled with a feigned contempt and mockery.
Wang Ye said nothing, just gave a slight nod and walked to a nearby table as he always did. Two steps away, a cold snort sounded. "Xiongnu, trash is trash. Even if you've become one of the Xia Family, you're still trash. Is that old bastard Wang Yun really planning to let his grandson's wife change her heart for him? Heh heh."
