Su Huai's ferocity far exceeded Jin Yucheng's expectations.
Wang Siming was next to him, smirking with schadenfreude, "Anyone who comes to Xingyu gets their ass kicked by Huai before crying on their way back. Crown Prince Jin, Eunuch Fu, you all think too highly of yourselves, don't you?"
Jin Yucheng didn't respond to him but instead took a careful look at Su Huai again and after a while, slowly began to speak.
"Mr. Su..."
"Stop! Don't call me Mr. Su."
Jin Yucheng had barely begun to speak when he was interrupted.
Su Huai spread a grin, revealing a row of pearly white teeth, smiling like a wolf.
"Young Master Jin, we have no business dealings, so don't try to cozy up. The dignity you want—I can't give. You, you'll have to take it for yourself."
Jin Yucheng's craftiness was no longer sufficient.
In terms of keeping a cool head, he was second to none in the second-generation wealthy circle, but facing the brutally confrontational Su Huai, his composure was visibly crumbling.