Zhao Ze was not angry, and said teasingly, “I'm not a big man, but I have quite a bad temper."

He glanced at Song Yan before leaving.

Fu Baicheng turned around and glared at Song Yan, “How much ecstasy soup did you pour into them? My brother, grandpa and these people, why should they defend you? Don't they know what you are?"

Song Yan pinched her fingers and stood up, “Who am I? Why don't you tell me, Miss Fu?"

Fu Baicheng sneered contemptuously, ...