A cold glint flashed in Yang Xuan's eyes.
"Today, I'll teach you a lesson. You'll learn who you can afford to provoke and who you can't."
As he spoke, Yang Xuan glanced at Xue Tao beside him.
"After all, the Xue Family has had it in for you for a long time."
He was using the excuse of helping Xue Tao to come here and put Su Ye in her place.
That way, even if scores were settled later, the Xue Family would take the blame, and it would have nothing to do with his Yang Family.
Su Ye let out a soft chuckle.
"Oh."
At her reply, Xue Tao's voice rose in anger.
"You! A mere Young City Lord, dare to... with my Xue—"
Before she could finish, two vines suddenly shot out from Su Ye's hand and wrapped around Xue Tao.
Then came a cry from Xue Tao.
"AH!"
With that sound—THUD! Xue Tao was sent flying over ten meters, slamming directly into a wall.
Su Ye's patience had run out. The battle had begun.
One of the servants cried out in alarm,
"Miss!"
