At this moment, Xiao Yifei looked at Xiao Wushuang with disdain. After all this time, Xiao Wushuang's only improvement seemed to be in his lip service. Xiao Yifei shook his fist and let out a cold laugh.
"When did you become so formidable?" Xiao Wushuang looked at Xiao Yifei in disbelief. As he spoke, he felt a pang of pain in his chest, likely caused by Xiao Yifei. In response to his words, Xiao Yifei sneered, "There's always some small fry that's an eyesore, so I had to learn some skills to deal with it."
Hearing Xiao Yifei's comment, Xiao Wushuang was a bit irritated. Xiao Yifei essentially called him a small fry, and how could the proud Xiao Wushuang swallow that insult? "Xiao Yifei, your words are as annoying as ever," Xiao Wushuang said, glaring at Xiao Yifei with ferocious eyes.
