Yi Lianbing quietly appeared behind Yi Wujie, snickering relentlessly.
"Grandfather, aren't you being a bit too ostentatious? What happened to your former restraint?"
Yi Wujie snorted coldly, "To deal with these people, of course, you have to use their own methods."
"If you try to reason with them, it's impossible to get through."
Before all eyes, Ye Fei, with Zhang Yuying in tow, began to walk out slowly.
No one dared to stop them.
No one even dared to look.
In the crowd, Wang Haoyu was seething with fury.
His bride was just taken away like that.
A tremendous disgrace!
If he didn't avenge this insult, how could he face living on?
Thus, Ye Fei and his companions left the hall without any trouble.
On the roadside, filled with anxiety, Zhang Jingzhong saw his daughter emerge.
A weight lifted from his heart, but now Zhang Jingzhong was flustered.
"Yuying!"
"Dad!"
Zhang Yuying, full of grievances, immediately threw herself into her father's arms.
