[When you beat the young, the old come out. A timeless fantasy trope.]
Inside the VIP room, Yan Lin heard Yun Leng's voice echoing throughout the Mittel Auction House and knew he had come looking for trouble. Though he had expected it, he still could not help grumbling inwardly.
Ya Fei had expected this as well and was not surprised. Only Hai Bodong did not understand the situation or why Yun Leng had come.
However, the only Dou Wangs here were himself and Yan Lin. Since he had had no contact with Yun Leng these past days, he instinctively looked at Yan Lin and asked with probing confusion, "What is Yun Leng doing here? Did you provoke him?"
"More or less." Yan Lin shrugged, looking utterly unconcerned.
Seeing that Yan Lin was unwilling to say more, Hai Bodong looked to Ya Fei for an explanation. She was perceptive enough to explain the conflict between Yan Lin and Liu Ling.
When he learned that Liu Ling had been the one to disrespect Yan Lin first, yet now dared to come knocking for trouble, Hai Bodong's white brows furrowed slightly. "And Yun Leng still has the nerve to demand an explanation?"
Yan Lin said nothing and simply continued drinking his tea.
Ya Fei certainly knew how to entertain guests. The tea, much like the woman herself, was exquisite. Mm, its fragrance filled the air and soothed the heart.
Seeing his reaction, Hai Bodong knew Yan Lin was waiting for him to state his position.
Would he choose Yan Lin, or the Misty Cloud Sect?
This angel investor did not hesitate for long. Rising from his seat, he said, "Let's go and see what Yun Leng wants. If he truly intends to lay a hand on you, this old man will settle it