The gradually reddening eyes even seemed to want to tear Wang Ye apart.
"Oh, sorry, I misunderstood."
Wang Ye gave Xu Pingzhi and the others an apologetic smile: "A few days ago, I recognized a few foul-mouthed people as my godsons, so I habitually said those words when I saw some people. Friends from the Cold Sect, you won't mind, right?"
"You bastard..."
Xu Pingzhi was about to curse Wang Ye, but he closed his mouth just in time.
At this moment, he realized that Wang Ye's words contained a trap.
Recognizing foul-mouthed people as godsons, so he habitually said those words to them.
This implied that Wang Ye was calling them foul-mouthed.
Otherwise, why would Wang Ye habitually say such things?
Yet, they couldn't get angry.
If they got angry, it would imply they acknowledged being foul-mouthed, and from one perspective, admitted being Wang Ye's godsons...
They looked at Wang Ye with even more anger.
They never expected that a man like Wang Ye could have so many schemes.
