'Hmph. To think I misjudged him. I never expected that kid from the White Tiger Boxing Hall to be so lucky.'
'But just wait until tomorrow. You'll get what's coming to you then.'
Huang Ziyu's gaze turned icy as he watched Fang Yue walk further and further into the distance.
"Young Master, bad news! Young Master, this is terrible!"
Just then, two Servants dressed as household staff came stumbling from a side street.
They had clearly run the whole way, covered in sweat and gasping for breath.
The two were born into the Huang Family's service and had always waited on Huang Ziyu.
"Yelling like that, have you no decorum! When we return, you'll each receive ten lashes."
Huang Ziyu berated the two Servants first before asking with a stony expression, "Now, speak. What exactly happened?"
"The White Tiger Tea House... it... it's open for business!" the Servant stammered.
