Liu Yao was dumbfounded for a second.
Previously, though he had felt that the situation was about to go out of control, it shouldn't have reached this extent, right?
Kneel?
'Me?'
'Hmm?'
Yuan Bing's gaze turned cold, and he asked calmly, "What is it? Do you not understand?"
Only then did Liu Yao come back to his senses. He looked at Yuan Bing sheepishly, "Young Master Bing, are you joking?"
"Which eye of yours saw that I was joking with you?" Yuan Bing said, "Kneel!" He raised his voice.
In the eyes of a filial son like him, Ling Han, who was perhaps the only person who could save his mother, was naturally 10,000 times, or 100 million times more important than Liu Yao. If he was sure that he could save his mother, he himself would not hesitate to kneel down.
Liu Yao?
They were just friends, and he was very clear about that.
Liu Yao's face was filled with grievance, and he was even more defiant.