Qin Liuxi stood by the side of the shop, listening to the sharp-tongued, raffish hooligans spitting out obscenities, his face dark as ink.
"Everyone, our Ruyi Pavilion has already paid the so-called protective fee when we opened. It hasn't been a few days, and you came to collect a 'tea-drinking fee', which we have also paid. And now you are here to interfere with Ruyi Pavilion's business, could it be you are scorning the law?" This was the voice of Mrs. Wang, the legitimate mother.
Qin Liuxi listened with his hands behind his back, his aura growing colder.
Wang Chuan subconsciously edged closer to Teng Zhao, feeling somewhat frightened.
The master was angry.
