And Liu Haoyang, seeing Ye Xuan ignoring him, felt disregarded and erupted in anger: "Ye Xuan, I'm asking you a question, can't you hear me?"
Ye Xuan opened his eyes, his gaze like a sword piercing towards Liu Haoyang.
In that moment, Liu Haoyang felt as if he were already dead.
An unprecedented chill surged from the soles of his feet, swept through his entire body, and finally enveloped the crown of his head, as though he was already a dead man!
Liu Haoyang looked deeply at Ye Xuan, the words stuck in his throat, unable to speak.
As a result, the air was momentarily quiet.
Amidst the tranquility, fragrant winds approached.
"Liu Haoyang, if someone is to ask questions, it surely isn't your place, get lost." A woman's indifferent voice rang out.
Only then did Liu Haoyang come to his senses, his lips curled in humiliation as he stepped back two paces.
All eyes gathered.
