Dong Ziyang's face darkened, almost as sullen as water.
If his confidence was at eight points just now, then Fang Yi's words reduced it to five.
However, what made Dong Ziyang secretly pleased was that at this moment, Old Wei spoke.
Old Wei frowned slightly and said, "Zhu Yu, go and shut that annoying mouth!"
"Yes!"
The burly man immediately stood up and walked over to Fang Yi.
Zhu Yu was tall, at least half a head taller than Fang Yi, so standing there, he seemed quite imposing.
Fang Yi sighed.
He wasn't afraid that this burly man named Zhu Yu would do anything to him, but when he looked at the little girl lying on the ground, he felt a bit emotional.
He was being kind-hearted, yet the little girl's grandfather didn't appreciate it, and that Young Master of Chun Hall, Dong Ziyang, was like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, not recognizing a good person's heart. Even after being warned, he still insisted on continuing with his plans.
