After returning to Huaxia, Ye Xunhuan's philosophy was simple: if people don't mess with me, I won't mess with them; if they mess with me, I'll kill them!
Of course, if it wasn't too serious, there was no need to kill them all.
Liu Qingcheng fell silent after hearing Ye Xunhuan's words.
Indeed, ever since Ye Xunhuan married Qiu Ruoxi, he had been quite restrained, just going with the flow. But the good times didn't last long, as there were always some reckless fools who thought it was a good idea to provoke him!
For a moment, Liu Qingcheng couldn't help but think that Ye Xunhuan was like a pile of dung, always attracting certain stray dogs with their keen noses.
Though the metaphor was rather vulgar, it was painfully accurate.
Of course, it was also possible that Ye Xunhuan was like gold—no matter where he went, over time, he would shine. And with that, naturally, he would still attract trouble.
