Li Beicheng shouldered his way past Yin Baiyan, bumping him hard enough to make him step back, and warned in a low voice, "Stay away from my woman!"
"Ha, your woman?" Yin Baiyan looked around exaggeratedly and, pointing to Yan Shuirou standing in the corner, mocked him, "Isn't she right there? Oh dear, Young Master Li is so young yet his eyesight is failing. How pitiful. Perhaps I should recommend you visit City Hospital No. 2. I hear they specialize in treating scum like you with hearts as black as their deeds."
The onlookers pacing towards the exit heard these words and tightened their faces, afraid that they might accidentally laugh out loud.
Everyone knew City Hospital No. 2 was for treating the mentally ill, especially the violently insane type. Despite being an overseas Chinese whose Mandarin was slightly awkward, Yin Baiyan was adept at insulting people.
