"Yes, he has a bad temper," Fu Yan murmured in response.
"But this is Sisi's territory, why should I listen to an outsider?" Beichuan said disapprovingly, sitting there complacently, unwilling to leave.
What really piqued his curiosity was the face that looked exactly like Ye Qilan's. He found it fascinating that two people could look so similar in the world. If he hadn't known that Ye Qilan was dead, he would have thought they were the same person.
"Fu Yan, call the security guards to throw him out!" Ye Qilan did not hide his dislike for Beichuan.
Fu Yan felt a bit awkward, looked at Beichuan, and urged him softly, "You'd better leave quickly."
Beichuan thought of himself as half the owner of Hongxing Pavilion; he was used to throwing his weight around. If it was Ye Qilan, Beichuan might listen, but now Ye Qilan was Ding Ye, how could Beichuan possibly let Ding Ye walk all over him?
It has to be said, Fu Yan still understood Beichuan's character well.
