He Was Born with Nobility

His tone wasn't loud, but it carried an inherent authority that radiated a sense of power.

In that moment, a wave of tension and oppressive energy washed over everyone, making even Feng San's heart shudder.

Struggling to cope with the overwhelming aura emanating from Yu Xiheng, Feng San gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white and beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. "Brother Nine..."

"I never said we're letting it go either," Si Fuqing leaned back in her seat, appearing quite relaxed. "Sansan, let me tell you, one should never repay kindness with malice."

"But if someone keeps stepping on you, over and over again, and you just swallow your anger, they'll think you're easy to bully. Ever heard the saying, 'people bully the kind and tame horses are ridden?'"

Feng San: "..."

He felt wronged.

He had simply asked Yu Xiheng a routine question, using official language as he always did.