Ming Lang and Ye Haochuan didn't know how long they had been fighting. When they separated again, both were panting heavily, looking at each other with admiration.
"It's been a long time since I had such a satisfying battle, truly exhilarating! If you weren't a spoiled scion of a big family, I'd want to make friends with you."
The disdain in Ming Lang's eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by a sense of mutual understanding.
"I'm curious, which of your ears heard that I'm a scion of a big family?" Ye Haochuan said irritably.
Ming Lang was slightly stunned, then snorted: "If you're not from a big family, who would dare to be so arrogant, always bullying the weak?"
"You haven't even figured out the reason behind things, how can you be so sure that I'm a scion? As soon as you appeared, you attacked me. Compared to a scion, I'm afraid you're even worse," Ye Haochuan said with a curled lip.
