The young man wanted to lose his temper, but had no target for it. In the vast main hall, only their own people remained; not even a maid was in sight. The young servants from earlier had withdrawn, disappearing entirely. The two little maids who were originally guarding the door had also retreated completely due to the guests inside losing their temper.
This phenomenon was quite peculiar.
"Oh! What is this young master angry about?" Qin Ling stepped out slowly from the side hall like a gentle breeze. His lazy demeanor and indifferent, composed gaze alone were enough to infuriate someone.
The young man glanced at Qin Ling with a sinister look and arrogantly asked, "Are you the ungrateful so-called Divine Doctor?"
Qin Ling's expression stiffened, and displeasure flashed in his eyes, "Young man, mind your language."
The words carried a chilling arrogance.
Following Mo Liancheng, his temper had grown larger and larger.
