Finally, the Fu Family pulled Fu Yanlin back.
No one knew why Fu Yanlin suddenly went insane and started beating Jian Yukuo violently.
Normally, Jian Yukuo was just his little uncle's lapdog, always trailing behind. Fu Yanlin wasn't particularly fond of him, but he'd never hit him before. Today was truly an eye-opener.
Fu Yanwei, dressed in a Japanese silk kimono embroidered with noble orchids, rushed out of the main gate in her high heels. She knelt by Jian Yukuo, who was covered in blood and had lost some teeth, and cried uncontrollably, "Ayan, what did Xiaokuo do wrong to deserve such a brutal beating? You're completely out of control!"
Fu Yanlin ignored Fu Yanwei completely. He clenched his teeth, struggling to suppress the rage within him. He took off his coat and draped it over his arm, then turned to look at Wen Sheng.
What met his eyes was Wen Sheng's pale, shocked, and helpless face.
Her clear, innocent eyes were filled with grief and confusion.
