Manager Zhao laughed in exasperation. "What? You're going to resort to force?"
Ye Yunfeng rolled his shoulders and sized him up from head to toe, raising an eyebrow. "Against you, Manager Zhao? I wouldn't call it that."
Manager Zhao was in his thirties, but he was thin and frail. Ye Yunfeng figured he could toss the man out like a chick with one hand.
'That would hardly count as "using force"!'
Manager Zhao understood Ye Yunfeng's implication and trembled with rage, yet he didn't dare utter another word.
While he had never really met Ye Yunfeng, he was certainly familiar with the name.
Ye Yunfeng had stolen the show at the polo match, and his name was known even to many outside the palace walls.
Who would dare to provoke a man like that?
Manager Zhao said furiously, "Ye Chutang! Aren't you afraid of what people will say behind your back for doing this?"
Ye Chutang offered a faint smile.
'If Ye Heng isn't afraid, what do I have to be afraid of?'
