"Do you know what I, Ye Wutian, detest the most? Being threatened," Ye Wutian's face grew cold, and before Wan Jiangming and the others could react, he dashed in a flash to Wan Zhiyun, grabbed him by the neck, and said coldly, "Bring out the person within five minutes, or else be prepared to collect a corpse."
Upon hearing this, Wan Jiangming quickly ordered his subordinates, "Hurry, bring out the person."
Several subordinates scrambled into the hotel.
A few minutes later, Lin Shiyue's parents were brought out.
"Wutian, Yueyue is all right, isn't she?" Not seeing Lin Shiyue, Mother Lin asked with some concern.
"Auntie, rest assured, Shiyue is fine," Ye Wutian replied.
"That's good, that's good." Mother Lin breathed a sigh of relief, then angrily glared at Wan Zhiyun and scolded, pointing at his nose, "You despicable little man, it's a good thing Yueyue didn't marry you, or I, as a mother, would regret it for a lifetime."
