"You try it!" The Wolf King looked coldly at the burly young man, his killing intent boiling over. No one could humiliate Yang Qi. Absolutely no one. Not even Huang Borren's own nephew.
"Heh, you've got some nerve. Do you even know who I am, talking to me like that?" the burly young man said, patting his chest. "Listen up. My name is A-Qiang, and my uncle is Huang Borren."
"So, you're Huang Borren's nephew." Yang Qi waved his hand. "Forget it."
If he hadn't, the Wolf King would have really gone over and crippled the guy. Yang Qi was giving Huang Borren some face, considering the man worked for him.
"Well, well, Yang Qi. You're out here enjoying the show? Aren't you afraid another woman is going to steal your wife away?" Yin Die laughed. "After all, you're the type of man who only knows how to make money, completely clueless about romance. You have no idea how happy Qiutong is when she hangs out with me!"
