The banquet hall was as silent as the grave.
Elder Madam Zhuo was trembling with rage, her well-maintained, oiled, and slippery face now utterly gloomy.
"Good! Very good! Zhuo Yangyang, my dear child! Are these the kind of friends you bring home?"
Before her words had finished, Xue An's figure suddenly appeared in front of Elder Madam Zhuo. Without waiting for her to react, he grabbed her neck and lifted her into the air.
"What... what do you think you're doing? I am the Family Head of the Zhuo Family; if you dare to harm a hair on my head, even the Empress won't let you off!" This Elder Madam Zhuo, accustomed to a life of luxury, still roared fiercely even at this moment.
"The Empress?" Xue An gave a cold laugh and raised his hand to deliver several slaps, back and forth.
