C270 Ignore It

After shouting downstairs for more than ten minutes, Mu Lieh was really tired of shouting. His forehead was covered in sweat, but Ye Ziheng still didn't have any reaction.

"What the heck? This kid is a f * cking Iron King, right? I'm going to scold all eighteen generations of his ancestors, but he doesn't have any reaction?"

On the third floor of the Refining Hall