"You may leave now," Shi Hao said, his head not moving an inch, only his lips slightly lifted.
The servant knew that Shi Hao was addressing him.
"Yes, Young Master Shi." He nodded and left, not daring to underestimate Shi Hao for a moment, as the attitude of Qi Yingpeng made it evident—it was quite tense.
Wu Jiangtao felt somewhat regretful, his own performance had no audience, which made him feel less satisfied.
However, it was also satisfying to see that painful expression on Shi Hao's face.
"Young Master Shi, heh, Young Master Shi," Wu Jiangtao sneered, "You trash, you still dare to call yourself Young Master Shi? Don't you feel that when others call you that, they're actually mocking and pitying you?"
Shi Hao remained silent, just watching him perform.