"Presumptuous. This is our Young Master, how dare you call him by name?" The dark-faced man beside him barked.
Ye Xiangxue let out a cold laugh, utterly fearless.
"Sorry, he's only your Young Master. To me, that name means nothing." Ye Xiangxue spoke calmly, the hidden provocation in his words running deep.
"What I'm curious about is—aren't you getting married today? How do you have time to grace my humble place?" Ye Xiangxue said, eyeing his outfit with amusement. Royal prince court attire, all decked out—damn, he really was stunning.
"Your humble place?!" Qi Longbing shot back coldly. Then a flash of contempt cut across his handsome, icy face as he sneered, "I had no idea Zi Yunsui's house was harboring a man. Hmph. Don't tell me you're that man…"
As soon as he said that, Ye Xiangxue's expression chilled in an instant, his fine-boned face narrowing those bright eyes to slits. Son of a bitch, he's really asking to get his ass kicked.
