"Oh? Who is it?"
"It's the law of Great Yan, fairness and public sentiment," Shang Jingchuan said in a deep voice.
Yan Sifu was stunned for a moment. By the time he came to his senses, Shang Jingchuan was already gone.
Then he jumped up from his chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Shang Jingchuan, just wait. One day I'll make you regret what you said today."
In his view, the so-called law of Great Yan and fairness were nothing but nonsense, pure excuses Shang Jingchuan made to brush him off.
Who doesn't live for money and power these days, who the hell cares about these lofty ideals.
Especially to Yan Sifu, Shang Jingchuan was nothing more than an old dog with no more value.
Yet now he dared to talk to him like this, wasn't it a blatant slap in the face?
Yan Sifu was so angry that he smashed more than a dozen teacups before his mood calmed down a bit.
"Zhao Ya, everything started because of you. Just wait, I'll find a way to kill you."
