Feng Yan had grown up pampered by the Feng Family. No matter what mistakes he made, someone always cleaned up after him. His arrogance knew no bounds. How could he possibly beg a servant?
"Are you crazy?" Feng Yan frowned, feeling that his authority had been challenged.
A servant, demanding that his master beg him?
He really had no respect for authority.
Feng Yan's expression turned icy. As though tugging on a dog's leash, he yanked hard on the chain around Tao Zhiyan's neck. "Tao Zhiyan, have you forgotten your place?"
"Do you need me to remind you?"
Feng Yan pulled hard again. The chain tightened abruptly around Tao Zhiyan's neck, dragging him half a step forward.
The chain pressed tight against his neck, making it hard to breathe.
Tao Zhiyan raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yan.
He was much thinner than he had been a few months ago, his features more pronounced, sparse stubble scattered over his chin. Now he was staring at Tao Zhiyan with a vicious look in his eyes. "You're a servant of the Feng Family. I'm your master."
"You should be begging me to let you go."
"Not making me beg you."
Tao Zhiyan met Feng Yan's gaze. "Have you forgotten your situation, too?"
The young man tilted his chin up slightly and leaned a little closer to Feng Yan.
The chain had rubbed his pale neck raw and even broken the skin, leaving marks that were jarring to see.
"You're the one looking for Bai Ruan," Tao Zhiyan said slowly. "I'm the only one who knows where he is."
Feng Yan tightened his grip at those words, as though he were on the verge of exploding.
The chain pulling against Tao Zhiyan's neck did hurt, and the corners of his eyes had