C783 Octahedrine

Young Master Zhao's face was as ugly as if he had eaten sh * t. His facial expression changed constantly, and his fists were clenched until they creaked. He did not expect Ye Xiaofan to be so sharp-tongued.

If he were to make a move on Ye Xiaofan later, wouldn't that mean that Ye Xiaofan was going to kill him to keep his mouth shut?

The surrounding air was terrifyingly quiet