"Who the hell are you, woman, to dare strike Second Young Master? Do you have a death wish?" the woman said coquettishly, her soft, seductive voice comforting Wang Chong, who frowned in pain.
Another man wanted to step forward but was halted by Su Qing's indifferent gaze, so he stood still.
Su Qing discarded Wang Lang's arm and looked indifferently at the four of them.
"Seize those two women and drag them away," Wang Lang ordered.
He wouldn't believe he was Wang unless he brutally humiliated these two women today.
In agony, Wang Lang looked at Su Qing and Feng Bai by her side. For Wang Lang, it was the first time in many years that he had suffered such a great humiliation.
The man nodded, intending to grab Su Qing and Feng Bai, but he was again frightened by Su Qing's gaze.
"You rubbish, why don't you hurry up and seize them?" Wang Lang kicked the man's buttocks with his foot, as his hand was broken and he could only use his foot.
