Nie Yixiao, seeing that Huo Zhenyang let go and didn't care, felt a surge of anger and blood rushing to his head, and in one move, grabbed Huo Zhenyang by the collar: "Why are you treating her like this? Do you know what kind of suffering she has endured for you — If something happens to her, you will regret it! Regret it for a lifetime!"
As the last word fell, a fist also simultaneously smashed into Huo Zhenyang's face!
The servants all cried out in alarm, watching as the young master staggered back several steps, rushing over: "Young Master, are you alright—"
Some servants ran out to call the bodyguards.
Unexpectedly, there was not a hint of anger on Huo Zhenyang's face, nor did he strike back. Instead, he wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his lips and just stared straight at Nie Yixiao, as if pondering his words.
"Young Master— Let me help you upstairs to apply medicine, and call the family doctor." A servant supported Huo Zhenyang.
