The Supporting Actress Made A Comeback-Chapter 1117 - 1119: Thank You for Your Generosity, Young Master

This misconception made Luo Changfeng very displeased.

As if trying to reclaim his pride, Luo Changfeng arrogantly pointed his nose to the sky and said, "These words make sense. I have every reason to suspect that a nobody like you being able to defeat Xuanyuan Yichuan must have employed some disgraceful and dirty methods. Do you dare to fight me?"

Yu Siqiao smiled, "The Young Master must be joking."

This did not indicate agreement, nor did it show refusal or fear, but just revealing a smile as gentle as a spring breeze made Luo Changfeng even more displeased.

Luo Changfeng sneered, "What is your name after all?"

Before the words were fully spoken, he swiftly drew his sword and lunged at Yu Siqiao.

There was no change in Yu Siqiao’s expression. With a tiptoe, his tall and slender figure floated past as if carried by the wind.

Luo Changfeng saw that he was about to pierce him with one strike, but in the next instant, the sharp sword tip only pierced through the air and struck the pearwood chair.

The chair was split in half, while the person in front of him was nowhere to be seen.

Immediately, a faint voice came from behind Luo Changfeng, "Qiao Cang."

Luo Changfeng’s spine tightened. Turning sharply, he saw a long sword poised at his heart.

If he had wished, he could have pierced through his back earlier and taken his life directly.

Luo Changfeng had never met such a master before. Staring at the blade, a chill ran through his heart, and he couldn’t help but gasp.

Yu Siqiao withdrew the sword, "Thanks for letting me win."

Luo Changfeng’s face twisted briefly, "..."

Being outclassed reflects failure enough; those two simple words made him suddenly feel uncomfortable inside.

He seemed to finally understand why Xuanyuan Yichuan had been so depressed lately.

He and Xuanyuan Yichuan were evenly matched, and now, facing such an opponent, he had almost no power to fight back...

If even he was feeling this way, let alone Xuanyuan Yichuan?

Luo Changfeng’s expression was exceedingly complicated.

Yu Siqiao looked at him and glanced at the pearwood chair behind him, "Compensate."

Luo Changfeng, "..."

A surge of anger raced to the top of his skull, and he shouted angrily, "Compensate then! Do you think I can’t afford it?"

Yu Siqiao nodded, "This is a unique artisan piece, so simply replacing a chair won’t do. The entire set, tables and chairs must be replaced."

Luo Changfeng, "..."

Luo Changfeng purposely turned back to take a closer look to see which master craftsman’s unique work it was. But with one glance, he realized the table and chairs were very old—how could they be a unique artisan piece? They were just ordinary pearwood furniture!

Luo Changfeng: ???

Before he could fully process it, another voice came from behind, "Thanks for the Young Master’s generosity."

Luo Changfeng finally understood, his face turning dark with anger.

I damn...

Where did this penniless wretch come from!

Even had to extort for a set of tables and chairs?

To think that such a person defeated Xuanyuan Yichuan, defeated him, and was about to marry Mo Shu?

Luo Changfeng’s chest was tight with anger, he shot a fierce glare at Yu Siqiao, and stomped away furiously.

Yu Siqiao seemed fearful of him changing his mind and said, "When will the Young Heir Luo compensate?"

"Pfft," Luo Changfeng shouted, "Tomorrow! Tomorrow, I will send you an entirely new set, you miser!"

Yu Siqiao chuckled, "Thank you."

Walking on the road, the more Luo Changfeng thought about it, the angrier he became. He kicked a gate hard before storming off.

Once he left, a person descended into the courtyard.