An Underling Gets Haughty

"Tsk, tsk," Lin Ming didn't respond. He merely sent a strand of the mutated seed of flame into the fellow's body.

Lin Ming could very well ignore such a person, but he had provoked him again and again.

He, Lin Ming, wasn't a pushover that would just allow himself to be pushed over.

The fellow would be fine for the time being, but soon he would not be able to be so carefree for any time longer.

"Scram, scram!" Relying on his illustrious family status, the guy was especially arrogant. Even after he had left far away, one could still hear his curses.

"Thank you," Lin Ming looked at the innocent-looking woman in front of him and said.

"What are you thanking me for? I just can't stand someone who relies on his family to be haughty while lacking knowledge and being idle all day. If I wasn't in a good mood, I would have taught him a lesson just now," The woman snorted and said.

"Looking at your face, you're quite young. How old are you?"