"What did you say?" Murong Ziqi's face changed dramatically. He never expected this plan to fail, let alone that Wu Tian wouldn't give him the slightest bit of face.
The room fell into a dead silence. Murong Guangfu and the others were at a loss. In their minds, Wu Tian was certain to agree. What would they do if he refused? They had never considered that possibility.
After a long moment, Murong Guangfu finally regained his composure and said angrily, "No matter what, Ziqi is your cousin. Is this the proper attitude to have toward your cousin?" He then turned to Murong Yezi. "Little sister, take a good look. This is your son—arrogant, conceited, and utterly disrespectful. It's a good thing we're family. If we were outsiders and he spoke like that, wouldn't we have beaten him up by now?"
