The woman was stunned for a while, then she covered her face and lowered her head. Her tears fell onto the ground, as if she had suffered a great grievance.
Deng Zhicheng's handsome face twitched for a while. He felt that An Lan's slap was not only on Tang Shan's face, but also on his own face.
"An Lan, what right do you have to hit her?" He raised his fist angrily and slowly extended it in front of An Lan, pointing at her. "You're not my wife, you're just a friend of my wife, who do you think you are?"
Xu Baohan stepped forward to protect An Lan, who was behind him. His gaze narrowed slightly as coldness shone in his eyes.
The person in front of him was taller than him, and the overpowering aura emanating from him made Deng Zhicheng subconsciously flinch. However, he quickly remembered that this person was only a person with a neck injury, and a slight movement would be enough to flip him over.
