Sure enough, Fan Zijin ran to the military camp with two servants to stop Lu Cheng and reprimanded him. "My cousin is young and insensible. When he heard the rumors outside, he inevitably felt indignant for my cousin. It's his fault for attacking you, but you're a few years older than him after all, and you've been to the battlefield and seen bloodshed. You could've just taught him a lesson. Why did you have to hit him so hard?"
With a dark expression, Lu Cheng looked at Fan Zijin gloomily and said, "I don't understand what you're saying. When did Fourth Young Master cause trouble for me?"
Fan Zijin snorted coldly. "You know very well whether he did." As he spoke, he stared at the injury on his face and said, "You don't have to come out in such a pitiful state. If anything really happens to my cousin, I'll definitely seek justice for him."
With that, he glared at Lu Cheng viciously before leaving with a flick of his sleeves.
