As the crowd grew larger and larger, Ye Qing hardly dared let Milotic out. Otherwise, wouldn't this bunch of gropers take every advantage they could?
He could only firmly shake his head and insist that he didn't have a Milotic, and that the person people were talking about online wasn't him.
After all, the only clear photos online were of Milotic. As long as he refused to admit it, there was nothing anyone else could do.
Following the three principles of denial-wouldn't admit it, didn't know, and had no idea-Ye Qing finally managed to bluff his way through.
Seeing that Ye Qing refused to admit it no matter what, everyone could only disperse helplessly. They merely suspected it was him, after all. The photographer had been too far away, and with mist swirling around Milotic, they couldn't make out the person's face at all.
Young Master Zhang Qiang hid in a corner, feeling like a ridiculous clown. Nothing had gone right since he crossed Ye Qing. Not only had he never won a match, but he had also ended up at the police station time and again!
In short, whenever he went against Ye Qing, he felt as though the whole world had it in for him.
"Sigh."
Young Master Zhang Qiang leaned against the wall and gazed up at the sky. From that day on, the city had one more heartbroken soul.
After finally shaking everyone off and entering the Teaching Building, Ye Qing suddenly spotted Wang Yao being cornered against a wall by a burly man nearly two meters tall.
"If I catch you going after my little sister again, you bet I'll break a couple of your ribs!"
Wang Yao snorted disdainfully. "That's funny. Do you even know who my brother is?"
The burly man sneered and