Young Master [Yes, We Hate Her]

After she left, they rushed to pick up the teenager, whose plain features were reminiscent of a passerby character. 

"Young Master, the subordinates are incompetent to protect the Young Master!" Several men with fierce spirits kneeled after helping him up, their faces filled with concern.

"It's not your fault," the hot-tempered teenager replied, his tone returned to calm and measured. "We underestimated that strange witch."

As he spoke, the noble aura emanating from his body made his ordinary face seem more striking. Despite wearing a skin mask to conceal his true features, he couldn't hide his charm.

He looked like a completely different person, as if the brainless fool who had been easily provoked by her earlier wasn't him.

"Young Master, please don't curse her," several men implored, their lips twitching with anxiety. "If that girl returns to beat us again, we'll be done for sure."