"Shi'er, you should've taught that old bastard a lesson and made him understand who the master is."
The youth's tone brimmed with disdain and arrogance, as though Jiang Ping An were nothing more than an ant he could trample at will.
In the eyes of these scions from great clans, anyone their families hired with money was a servant, an underling.
This notion had long taken root in their bones, as if they were born superior while everyone else existed merely to serve as their backdrop.
Perhaps because Lan Shi'er had been discriminated against by her family members since childhood, she loathed these people who thought themselves perched above everyone else.
Whenever she recalled the cold stares and mockery of her childhood, an indescribable anger and helplessness surged within her. Even after leaving her family behind, those old shadows still clung to her like a shadow, impossible to shake off.
Seeing how this group behaved, she felt thoroughly disgusted.
If she were not the island lord and had not needed to maintain ties with the families behind them, she might have clashed with them already.
Lan Shi'er did not want to spend time with these childish, arrogant people. Sitting on the ground, she slowly said, "Don't disturb me. I need to recover as quickly as possible. In half an hour, I still have to go train with Uncle."
Her tone was calm yet resolute. After speaking, she closed her eyes and focused on recovering.
Unable to get along with this group, she would rather spend time with Jiang Ping An. Although Jiang Ping An was rather cold, he was not like these people, with their noses in the air and their wild arrogance.
Astonishment appeared on everyone's faces, and their hearts filled with confusion. A dignified island lord actually listened