Zheng Shaohua and the several young men behind him suddenly changed their expressions. As envoys dispatched from Yanjing, no one had ever dared to be so arrogant in front of them, let alone lay a hand on them in public.
"Tian Hu, are you alright?"
One of the men urgently ran over from behind Zheng Shaohua, helping the fallen Tian Hu to his feet.
"I'm fine."
A pale-faced Tian Hu climbed up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glared hatefully at Ye Chen.
"Xiyue, you haven't been hurt, have you?"
Ye Chen, with his arm around Su Xiyue's slender waist, asked softly.
"I'm fine."
Su Xiyue shook her head and replied in a low voice.
After all, she was someone who had been through many trials and tribulations. She had only been startled by Tian Hu's sudden move, but now that she'd calmed down, she looked at Zheng Shaohua and his companions with a flash of indignation on her face.
