"Are you sure?" Ning Zhiyuan turned around and saw that Xiao Liulang did not seem to be putting on a brave front, so he released his hold on Yang Zhou.
Yang Zhou approached Xiao Liulang, intending to smash his fist into Xiao Liulang's face, but only when he actually faced him did he suddenly realize this kid was so much taller!
The look in Xiao Liulang's eyes was very cold, reminding him of the feeling of being stared at by a venomous snake.
He clenched his fist tightly, suppressing the horror in his heart, and angrily glared at Xiao Liulang, "You are so despicable!"
Xiao Liulang lightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Flattery will get you nowhere."
"You!"
Shameless!
It had not been easy for Yang Zhou to climb to his current official position. He had toiled in the Hanlin Academy for many years; unlike Prince An and Du Ruohan, he did not have the foundation or the background. He had started out as just an ordinary compilation scholar.
And what he did wasn't too excessive!