"Finding this dog took quite a bit of effort." Su Chenjin spoke indifferently, "You're eighteen this year?"
Yang Xian gathered his thoughts, forced himself to remain calm, and answered, "Hmm."
"It's good to feel confident in your abilities when you're young and spirited, but a smart person should choose a more suitable path." Su Chenjin took a deep look at the fist Yang Xian was clenching and stood up. "Take Maomao away yourself."
The road back was too bumpy, and now that it was deep into the night, Su Chenjin had no intention of returning to the Su Family Manor.
Fortunately, there was a villa he had bought when he was younger nearby, which was always kept clean, and now it would serve as a good resting place.
After Su Chenjin left, Yang Xian stared at his receding figure until someone suddenly patted his shoulder.
Without hesitation, Yang Xian grabbed the hand, intending to throw the person over his shoulder, but he couldn't move them.