Fu Yanye took Zhuo Jian's hand, grabbed a coat, and led her outside.
Lin Jiaoyang glanced at the people inside and said, "I will come back later!"
Once outside, Fu Yanye handed the coat to Zhuo Jian's arms, then looked at the man walking towards him and bowed his head to roll up his sleeves.
Zhuo Jian saw his movements were graceful, but his eyes hid knives behind a smile, and she couldn't help but feel a tremor at the tip of her heart.
"Yanye, are you really going to hit your Uncle Lin?"
Lin Jiaoyang asked him with a smile.
"So what if I hit you?"
Fu Yanye chuckled softly, and the next second, his solid fist swung out fiercely.
Lin Jiaoyang completely unprepared, stumbled violently to one side.
Zhang Yuan stood at the door, staring dumbfounded at the scene.
Fu Yanye knelt halfway in front of Lin Jiaoyang, one hand grabbing his collar and the other pointing at him: "I warn you, if you scare this woman again, I will make sure you live a miserable life!"
