"This... why don't you two discuss this properly? Talk it out, there's no need to argue." The elder could tell that they knew each other and kindly advised them.
After the owner left, Jiang Yisheng once again snatched up the feather duster and pointed it straight at Ji Mingqian.
"If you're here to pick a fight, I won't be polite."
Ji Mingqian raised his arm, pointing at the light red whip mark, and sneered, "You call this being polite to me?"
Jiang Yisheng snorted lightly, "That's because you deserved it, it's your own fault for causing trouble."
"I deserved it?" Ji Mingqian laughed out of anger, took a quick step forward, and with his distinct knuckles, he snatched the feather duster away.
The agile action was completed in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Yisheng was still dumbfounded.
He looked down at his now empty hands, his lips a calm shade of color, tightly pursed.
