"Apologize!"
Just as the pot-bellied middle-aged man muttered about how "nowadays even riff-raff can get into Xuanrui Studio" and was about to leave, Xiao Yi reached out and grabbed the back of the fat man's collar.
Then, with a single hand, Xiao Yi easily pulled the fat man back, gazing at him coldly and uttering two words.
Are you kidding me? Who do you think you are to call Empress Dowager Ye riff-raff?
If the middle-aged man had only said they were ignorant without further comment, or if it was directed solely at Xiao Yi—no matter how unpleasant it was—Xiao Yi wouldn't have bothered.
But now that this guy was insulting Empress Dowager Ye, Xiao Yi couldn't tolerate it.
Xiao Yi's sudden action left everyone stunned, even Empress Dowager Ye did not expect her son to act so impulsively.
