"Tell me, who did he set his sights on!"
Zhao Yan’s fury surged straight to his crown, almost beyond containment. The news Yang Yizhi had just shared ignited his temper; he was now itching to beat the culprit to a pulp, as nothing else would suffice to quell his resentment.
Yang Yizhi hunched his shoulders, careful to shield the plate of braised pork, terrified that Zhao Yan might lose his temper and flip the table. The braised pork was innocent, and Yang Yizhi couldn't bear to see it ruined.
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