"What do you an by that?" the manager frowned.
"What do I an? Can’t you understand? I guess anyone from Daxuan would understand, right?" Yang Ruxin tapped around with her hand, "And there are so many of you, yet you let a person who doesn’t know any martial arts, and who is a bit simple-minded, take liberties with the master. Are you all dead?"
The man’s face stiffened for a mont.
Yang Ruxin’s words suddenly enlightened the onlookers, who had initially been pointing fingers at Tie Chui, but now those voices weakened.
Chun Gui and others, seeing Yang Ruxin, felt more confident and started to defend Tie Chui as well. Although they hadn’t known him long, they all believed that he wasn’t such a person.
"Miss, we understand you want to defend him, but our young mistress was just approaching the door when this man pounced on her, look, he even tore the clothes of our young mistress’s maid, Yihong..." The manager stepped aside slightly, revealing the person behind him, the maid in the red dress who indeed had a sleeve torn off.
"You’re talking nonsense." Gao Dazhuang raised his voice and then kneeled, looking at Yang Ruxin, "Miss, Tie Chui said he didn’t pounce on her; he was just walking out when suddenly his leg hurt and he fell..."
Yang Ruxin walked over and signaled to roll up Tie Chui’s trousers.
Indeed, at the bend of his left leg, there was a purple bruise, left by so kind of hit.
Yang Ruxin slightly raised her eyebrows, then looked at the manager: "If he tore your maid’s clothes, I’ll compensate for the clothes, but how do you account for injuring my man?"
"You—" The manager’s voice imdiately rose, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by a woman behind him who had been silent until now.
"Step back."
Her voice was lodious and soft, bewitchingly penetrating to the bone.
Yang Ruxin frowned in an instant.
The girl stepped forward, gently removed her hood and nodded politely to Yang Ruxin: "Miss, you have my respect."
A gasp echoed around them imdiately. Not only was her voice beguiling, but she was also gorgeous, a re glance stirred a man’s, no, more accurately, a man’s impulse to get closer.
"You think, could it be that Tie Chui saw how pretty she is and got impulsive for real?" soone in the crowd murmured softly.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Chun Hua turned her head and glared at the speaker.
"I..." Chunchun was about to say sothing but suddenly t Yang Ruxin’s sharp gaze. She felt the words stuck in her throat and quickly lowered her head, her heart beating wildly.
Fa Qingyang, seeing the woman, also felt a sinking feeling in his heart. The opponent was not simple; she probably practiced the Bewitching Technique. He wondered whether Miss Yang could handle it.
Although won practice the Bewitching Technique mainly to deal with n, if their skill is high, they can charm anyone regardless of gender, age, or status.
At this mont, Yang Ruxin had already shifted her gaze from Chunchun and was looking at the enchanting woman.
"Perhaps it was a misunderstanding," the lady said with a faint smile. "Although it was a rash act, I wasn’t truly disrespected, it was my subordinate who was reckless." Having said this, she glanced at the manager, "Acang, apologize to the lady."
The manager nad Acang was obviously reluctant, but still clasped his fist: "My apologies." He then had his subordinates deliver a pouch of Silver to Tie Chui.
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