Ye Qingtian waved his hand and smiled at Su Changfeng, saying, "Changfeng, I really like what you just said. It's quite impressive, reminiscent of my own spirit back in the day. Now those noble families' sons in Beijing should know that our Ye Family isn't easy to bully."
"Grandfather, you really praise me too much. How could I compare to you in your prime? Without you, how could I have achieved what I have today?" Su Changfeng replied modestly.
Ye Qingtian laughed heartily. He found these words very pleasing, even though he knew Su Changfeng was being humble.
At this moment, in Beijing.
Even though Su Changfeng's words had reached the noble families' sons, they didn't care. Many of them held disdainful attitudes. Even if they knew Ye Qingtian was still alive, they weren't afraid of him.
