The conversation was interrupted once again as Defu clutched the young master's hand tightly, twisting it outward forcefully, "Do you dare point your dog paw at my master, have you grown tired of living?"
Instantly, the young master's face contorted in pain, and he tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't budge it at all.
Seeing the young master openly revealing his family name, failing to elicit the slightest concern from the opposition, the butler inwardly cried that they were in for it. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he wished to intercede but, looking at Defu's frosty demeanor, his throat tightened, and he couldn't find the words to speak.
Watching everyone around them become so frightened that they dared not even eat, Daohua put down her chopsticks in frustration, "Why are there always such annoying flies wherever we go? It completely ruins the mood. Let's leave, I lost my appetite."
With that, she stood up and left the banquet.
