The Little Thing Has Learned How to Curry Up to Others?

Ye Siming grabbed his collar with one hand and easily threw him off the bridge.

A splash rang out, followed by the sounds of the body hitting the rocks in the stream and shattering the floating ice.

That profligate son saw that Ye Siming had thrown his men down.

He was even more exasperated. "You unruly commoner, do you dare to tell me your name? I'll find a chance to kill you!"

Ye Siming looked at him coldly.

It was as if he was looking at an ant that could be crushed at any moment. He sneered slightly and turned to leave.

Ye Siming pretended not to hear the cursing behind him.

He walked to the carriage and pulled up the coachman who had been beaten.

He then went up to Gu Nuo'er and looked down at her. "Did you get a fright?"

Gu Nuo'er opened her clear eyes and shook her head vigorously.

She didn't know why she was so excited, but she waved her small fists around. "Elder Brother Siming, you're really skilled!"