Yang Ge, impatiently, lifted his eyelids again, his eyes emitting a fierce light, "Is it that I'm not speaking human language, or do you not understand human language?"
Tang Xiong met his gaze, only to feel a chill down his spine, his throat kept surging, but he dared not utter another word...
In the past, those old fellows at the royal stables were scared of Yang Erlang like a tiger, and he always thought they were overreacting, considering Yang Erlang as reasonable, easy to talk to, and respectful towards the elderly...
It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized... damn it, those old geezers were right!
This bearish thing, being afraid is right, not being afraid is wrong!
Without saying a word, Tang Xiong bowed and turned to leave, his mind in turmoil as he muttered to himself, 'It's over, it's truly as that little bastard of the Shen Family predicted, the last iron lock that restrained the tiger has broken, the tiger is going to eat people...'