"How dare you poison Xiaoyi!"
The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot. He glared at Ye Qingchen, wishing he could tear him to pieces.
"You dare to oppose our Jiang Family! Do you have any idea what the consequences will be?"
Ye Qingchen said disdainfully, "Consequences? Hah! I only know that if you dare touch me again, Jiang Xiaoyi's life will be forfeit."
Jiang Xiaoyi's face was ashen. With a mournful expression, he desperately clutched the middle-aged man's arm. "Uncle! Please, don't! I don't want to die! Who knows what he fed me?"
Jiang Xiaoyi hadn't expected to be outmaneuvered while trying to regain face. He had not only been humiliated again but had also put his own life on the line. It was a classic case of suffering a double loss.
The middle-aged man, however, shoved Jiang Xiaoyi away. "Useless! What could he have possibly given you? He's just bluffing!"
