Yang Zhenshan couldn't feel more elated in his heart.
After suppressing his frustrations for so many days, they were finally vented. His mood was as jubilant as enjoying an ice pop on a hot June day, utterly refreshing.
At this moment, Yang Zhenshan was, to some extent, taking advantage of his position to bully others.
But then again, didn't Mr. Wang rely on the power of Duke Shou's Mansion before?
Now, Yang Zhenshan was leveraging Zhou Lan's influence to return all the grievances he had suffered before.
Mr. Wang's face, dark as the deep water, stared at Yang Zhenshan, his eyes filled with intense ferocity and murderous intent, as if they were laced with poison.
Yang Zhenshan felt his gaze but remained indifferent, casually lifting his cup of tea for another delicate sip.
"Mr. Wang, you should know who I am, right?"
