Cheng Antai, who had originally been scared out of his wits, now carried himself with an air of braggadocio. To him, he feared the Second Master, but now things were different. With Liang Fei by his side, he feared no one.
Especially when he saw the expression of pain and agony on Ouyang Jieming's face as the latter lay on the ground just a moment ago, Cheng Antai felt an intense surge of pleasure.
He had been bullied by Ouyang Jieming for decades, and if it weren't for Liang Fei's presence, he probably would have been killed by Ouyang Jieming today.
"Liang Fei? You... why do you have to oppose me? I have no grudge against you. You'd better stay out of our family affairs, or I won't let you off," Ouyang Jieming, who had clearly lost his confidence by now, and his former arrogance was nowhere to be seen.
He had not expected that the owner of Xianhu Farm would turn out to be the inconspicuous Liang Fei standing before him.