"Ye... Ye Master..."
The two of them were tongue-tied, their lips trembling, their faces pale and pathetic as they looked up at Ye Xuan, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.
Ye Xuan waved his hand: "Don't call me that. I'm just a poor boy who grew up picking up trash. I really can't afford to be called Master."
The two were terrified. Ye Xuan's words were no different from killing them!
Liu Liyang's body shuddered, and he repeatedly kowtowed to Ye Xuan: "I was wrong, Ye Master, I was wrong, I won't dare again, please, give me another chance, don't kill me, don't kill me!"
Ye Xuan was tired of hearing such lines.
Zhou Li was also in a panic, and not having the mental resilience of Liu Liyang, at this moment, she could only look up pitifully at Ye Xuan and speak weakly, "Ye Master..."
Ye Xuan sighed: "Don't be so nervous, we were classmates after all. It's far from killing you."
Hearing this, Liu Liyang and his wife were relieved.
