Zuo Yun Cong clenched his fists tightly. Although he had already resolved not to oppose this man at all costs, the lesson he'd been taught by the man was so severe that the sight of his seemingly harmless face made him itch to beat him to a pulp.
Yet the fear inside him told him to be calm, to be absolutely calm. The man before him was not someone he could afford to offend!
Zhuo Yingkang, on the other hand, had raging anger in his eyes. He wanted to trample this detestable person underfoot.
The resentment from days past, Zhuo Yingkang could not forget, nor did he want to. He wanted everyone to know that Zheng Ming was not his equal.
"Zheng Ming, why have you only just arrived!" Yun Yueting rushed to Zheng Ming's side, her voice full of reproach.
And such reproachful words and behavior, when heard by the people around them, filled many with jealousy toward Zheng Ming.