The words of the young man clad in robes of blue instantly caused the entire area to be inundated in silence. When Qin Wentian saw who the speaker was, a radiant smile beamed on his face. When he had mentioned Ouyang Kuangsheng’s name to Ouyang Ting, she had actually wanted to kill him—this told him that the relationship between them wasn’t civil. If not, Ouyang Ting wouldn’t be so decisive.
Now that good ol’ Ouyang Kuangsheng had appeared, his personality was the same as Qin Wentian remembered.
Ouyang Ting, who was forced to kowtow, feebly raised her head from the ground. Her countenance was pale, and her forehead had a bloody gash upon it. Looking at the descending silhouette, she coldly remarked, “Ouyang Kuangsheng, I’m the same as you, the blood of the main Ouyang Clan runs through our veins. This outsider treats me like this, yet you’re still making such a deranged statement. ARE YOU STILL A MEMBER OF OUR OUYANG ARISTOCRAT CLAN?”