However, even if this man called Zhan Hao was from the Zhan family's previous generation, and in a sense, was ruan Mengmeng's second uncle, he had no right to throw dirty water at her in public.
Ruan Mengmeng's already unhappy face darkened. Before she could refute him, li junyu's tall body was already in front of her.
The man completely protected his little wife behind him, blocking Zhan Hao's ugly and aggressive face.
"Ling Nan." Li junyu's deep and cold voice rang out, bringing with it a bone-chilling coldness.
"Yes, young master," Ling Nan replied.
Ling Nan, who had gathered around with a group of bodyguards, stepped out.
His figure, which was as steady as Mount Tai, was like a giant in the crowded operating theater.
Li junyu was not prepared to waste his breath on these people who were obviously here to pick a fight.
Reason was to be spoken to reasonable people.
As for the people who were obviously here to cause trouble ...
