Ah San stood cautiously before Xue Wei, his face expressionless.
He whispered, "Master, Ye Qingchen's followers have arrived. If they seek the Family Head, I'm afraid..."
Xue Wei impatiently waved his hand, cutting off Ah San's words.
A contemptuous smile appeared on his face, his eyes filled with disdain.
He lounged in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, and said with indifference, "Those few clowns can never stir up any trouble. Even if they do seek the Family Head, the Family Head won't entertain them. Let them go, I'm curious to see what tricks they can pull."
Xue Wei's tone was full of disdain, as though these people were insignificant.
He raised his head, eyes glinting coldly, as if he could already see their powerless state.
These people have really come at the wrong time.
The election for the Saint Position is about to begin.
Isn't it just asking for trouble to come at this time?
How could the Family Head possibly pay them any attention?
