Ye Xingtong's face was expressionless, and he immediately denied it, "No!"
However, Ou Qingcang didn't buy it at all. He laughed and said, "Sweetheart, you're Xiao Sichen's son. He looked just like you when he was young!"
"Coincidence." Ye Xingtong was sparing with his words.
"Coincidence?" A shadow passed through Ou Qingcang's gaze. Without warning, before the little guy could react, he threw a punch and grabbed Ye Xingtong by the shoulder.
Even though Ye Xingtong was quite skilled, he was no match for an adult like Ou Qingcang in that moment.
Ye Xingtong furrowed his brows, clenching his small fists tightly, ready to strike.
Seeing through his intentions, Ou Qingcang's other hand moved like the wind, swiftly grabbing his slender wrist.
He sneered coldly, "The thing I hate most is the brats of the Xiao Family, especially Xiao Sichen. If you're his son... don't even think about leaving in one piece today!"