Ge Weihong rushed over and, seeing Lu Sirong being choked, she shouted at several servants nearby:
"Are you all dead? Go and save Miss Sirong now! Hurry!"
The servants looked at each other, each too terrified to step forward.
Nonsense—who would dare to intervene?
If the young master dared to strike Miss Sirong without hesitation, those who tried to break up the fight were nothing but cannon fodder.
At this moment, Master Lu hurried over with the support of the butler.
Lu Xingye frowned and clicked his tongue as the cane in the master's hand thudded to the ground. He spoke lazily:
"I was just joking. What's all the fuss about?"
He laughed, his fingers slowly loosening from Lu Sirong's neck, and he took a step back.
Like a startled bunny, Lu Sirong quickly hid behind Jiang Che, and then burst into crying in a wave of panic and fear.
