Yang Zisong's face instantly turned grim as he said coldly, "Zhao, this is not your Song Family's place. If you dare to make trouble again, do you believe I won't let you leave through this door?"
Zhao Ya sighed lightly, "After all is said and done, you're still not willing to come and take it?"
"What a joke. Just because you tell me to come over, I should? Why should I listen to you?" Yang Zisong sneered.
Zhao Ya nodded, "Alright then, since you're not willing to come over, I'll bring it to you."
With that said, Zhao Ya took a step forward, his whole body darting toward Yang Zisong like an arrow from a bowstring.
The manor guards of the Yang family were shocked. Some stood in front of Yang Zisong trying to block Zhao Ya's way.
To this, Zhao Ya didn't even throw a punch, he just charged straight through.
