Fuyou’s eyes flashed with surprise, and his feet involuntarily stepped forward, only to be blocked by Han Yongsheng who stood before him.
"My fellow, I don’t know what hold you have over her that frightened her so, but I advise you not to provoke her anymore," Han Yongsheng said.
Fuyou scoffed coldly. He had not expected the young wildcat to have so many protectors, the Chu family’s eldest son being one, and the man before him another. His face bore a malicious smirk. What would happen if he told this man what he knew?
"There is indeed a hold. Would you like to hear it?"
Han Yongsheng glared at Fuyou angrily. No wonder Xiangxiang was so terrified; this man revealed his sinister nature in just a few words. "No need," he replied. "If she wishes to tell , she will do so herself. I don’t need your information, farewell."
After speaking, Han Yongsheng also rushed out of Dongfeng Restaurant, eager to chase after Xiangxiang.
Watching the two leave, Fuyou was not angered but wore a sinister smile instead. He had not expected the young wildcat to bristle up; he was not done playing yet.
Turning, he returned to the counter and picked up the silver note. Ha, a hundred taels—he hadn’t expected the man to be so generous.
Just then, the silver note was snatched from his hand, astonishing Fuyou. Who could it possibly be, daring to steal the silver note from him?
Xiaoxiao grabbed the silver note, her eyes wide in astonishnt. That Han Yongsheng really squandered money—those few als worth just a few taels, and yet he had given a hundred taels for Xiangxiang.
"Who are you?" Fuyou had never imagined that the person snatching the silver note from him would be a woman.
Xiaoxiao spoke indifferently, "Mr. Li, you should keep your word. You just declared a waiver of the bill, so this hundred taels belong to now."
"I did say it’s on the house, but that doesn’t an the hundred taels should go to you," Fuyou had not expected this woman to be so bold.
"Of course, it’s my turn. I’m with those two who just left," she answered.
Fuyou looked at the shopkeeper, who quickly intervened, "They’re not together; they entered one after the other and did not sit at the sa table."
"Whether we sit at one table or not, is that your business? We prefer to sit separately."
Fuyou’s usually calm deanor was upset for once. "Are you looking to cause trouble?"
At this mont, the other workers in the store also stepped forward. Yang Ming quickly protected his wife behind him. "Mr. Li, we are not trying to cause trouble; we’re just stating the facts."
"How are you going to prove you’re with them?" challenged Fuyou.
Xiaoxiao suddenly smiled, stepped close to Fuyou, and whispered, "You hired thugs to harm my sister. Does that not make us opponents?"
There was a mont when Fuyou’s eyes clouded over, then he said, "Let them go."
Xiaoxiao, holding the silver note, swaggered out of Dongfeng Restaurant.
Once outside, Yang Ming expressed his concern, "Wife, are you trying to scare to death?"
"Haha, I’m not letting that Li Fuyou get off cheaply. That’s a hundred taels after all."
"..." Is my wife choosing money over life? "But now we’re openly opposing Li Fuyou."
"It was bound to happen sooner or later. The victims are your sister and your brother-in-law. Do you think our family could have escaped this?" Xiaoxiao snapped back, infuriated by the threatening deanor Fuyou exhibited earlier. Xiangxiang must have known that it was Fuyou causing her harm, which explained her fear. Their family’s plight was sothing Fuyou must have known about for so ti; escape was not an option.
"Co on, let’s hurry. I don’t know if we can still catch up with them."
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