Cai Rong initially froze, but quickly he smiled in front of everyone.
The laughter was full of contempt and anger, but also an uncontrollable sense of defeat and panic.
Cai Rong looked at Li You: "Mr. Li, what is this commotion all about? If you have anything you want to ask me, just send word, and I will report immediately. Why the big fuss?"
As Cai Rong spoke, he shifted his gaze to Song Xian: "Letting a junior pass judgment on me is rather childish."
Before Li You could speak, Cai Rong took a step forward to grab the military leader on the ground: "Who instructed you?"
Before Cai Rong's hand could touch the military leader's shoulder, he felt his wrist being tightly gripped, and Cai Rong looked up to see Song Xian's indifferent eyes.
Cai Rong wanted to shake off Song Xian's hand, but despite his full strength, Song Xian's arm barely moved, his fingers still firmly grasping Cai Rong's wrist.
