Sun Yaowen raised his hand and landed a slap on his face, "What do you think you are! Are you getting tired of living?"
The young man named Xiao Chaihuo still politely clenched his fists, "It seems to me that the master is in a hurry. If master wouldn't mind, you can use my horse carriage, as a small way to make for my sin."
Sun Yaowen was planning to beat this boy up some more but on hearing this, he reluctantly retracted his hand; reminded of today's matter, it couldn't afford delay. He snorted coldly, pointing at Xiao Chaihuo, "You're lucky today! I have something urgent to do today and no time to waste with you, otherwise, I would have killed you!"
After finishing, he flicked his sleeve and went away, directly telling his coachman to hurry up and board Xiao Chaihuo's carriage, darting away with agility.
Xiao Chaihuo stood on the spot, wearing a bamboo hat, which kept others from seeing his face clearly, but they all felt sympathy for him.