Zhao Diao trembled, forcing a smile uglier than crying: "Young Master Ye, I... I just said you're my dad."
"That's a nice attitude, but sorry, I don't want a rascal son like you." After Ye Huan's sarcastic remark, he bent down to ask Shen Taoyuan, who was a head shorter than him, "What's going on?"
"Boss, you're really not strict enough with your subordinates. There's a whole bunch of hooligans just going around harassing innocent people..."
Before Shen Taoyuan could finish her complaint, Ye Huan, exasperated, interrupted her: "They're not my subordinates, nor are they the subordinates of my subordinates. I don't know them at all."
Upon hearing this, the whole crowd was in an uproar.
Pedestrians opened their eyes wide, chattering away, realizing that Zhao Diao and his gang were impostors—Ye Huan didn't know them at all!
