Magic Doctor Son-in-Law

0"Unfortunately for you, I'm not only fond of cursing people, but I also like to beat up such a great person like you!"     2

    

Ren Qianyuv was not in a good mood today. This woman had provoked him for no reason. It could be said that she was out of luck.    

    

Pow!    

    

Following the crisp slapping sound, the surrounding people were all stupefied. The young men and women who were surrounding the two people all dispersed.    

    

Han Lee covered her burning face and looked at Ren Qianyuv in disbelief.    

    

This lowly person actually dared to hit her?    

    

Then she came to herself and screamed, "Ah, you disgusting, vulgar man! How dare you hit me?!" Yang Daoming, didn't you see? "Capture him!"    

    

When the ugly man heard this, he immediately reacted and angrily said, "Brat, I originally wanted to let you go, but since you're seeking death, don't blame me for it."    

    

"Brothers, surround him and beat him up in front of all these people. Isn't this giving us face?"    

    

The moment those words came out, everyone took another two steps back. It was really Ren Qianyuv's earlier attack that frightened them.    

    

At the previous distance, the distance between Ren Qianyuv and Han Lee was at least 4.5 meters. However, after she was slapped by Ren Qianyuv, not to mention stopping, no one could see it clearly.    

    

"What are you all doing here?"    

    

Just as the ugly man was feeling embarrassed and the two sides were at a stalemate, a skinny young man walked over. It was the third young master who had a conflict with Ren Qianyuv, An Yaochang.    

    

Seeing Ren Qianyuv, a hint of coldness and fear flashed through Anyao Chang's eyes. On the surface, he pretended to be happy and said, "Isn't that Divine Doctor Ren? If you come, why didn't you inform me? I'll meet you at the door!"    

    

"Brother Chang, you know him?" Someone asked doubtfully.    

    

"You have eyes, but you do not know Tarzan!" "This is Ren Qianyuv, the new Young Master of the An clan from the Lancang County. All of you have to stand aside, as you are the most popular person in front of the Old Master."    

    

"He's actually from the county, no wonder he's so rustic!" Han Lee couldn't help but mutter under her breath. Not only did the disdain and resentment in her eyes not lessen, it even increased.    

    

Yang Daming shook his head, "Third Young Master, let's not talk about other things. Xiaoli can't just get slapped for no reason. For your sake, let's apologize to him!"    

    

"This …." An Yaochang was a bit hesitant, so he probed Ren Qianyuv, "Divine Doctor Ren, everyone who comes is a friend. Don't make things so awkward. Why don't you apologize?"    

    

Ren Qianyuv looked deeply at An Yaochang and laughed coldly, "You want me to apologize? Are you qualified?"    

    

He finally understood why this prideful girl was like a mad dog, recklessly biting him when she caught him. So it was because there was someone backing her up.    

    

"Kid, I'll let you apologize. This is already giving the third young master face." Yang Daming snorted coldly, his face dark, "Why don't you do something about your earlier move, do you know that your move is not yours?"    

    

As the fifth most powerful descendant of the Yang family, he believed he had the ability to do so.    

    

"Interesting. If I don't apologize, what can you do to me?" Ren Qianyuv shook his head mockingly.    

    

"You refused a toast and refused a forfeit. Third Young Master, you saw it yourself. He's courting death!" Yang Daming smiled sinisterly, and prepared to make a phone call to summon the people outside.    

    

"If you want to fight here, aren't you giving me, your master, too much face?"    

    

At this moment, a voice filled with anger came from the hall. Ann Ziwei slowly walked out. Compared to before, Ann Ziwei had obviously gone through a lot of meticulous dressing. She wore a long skirt, and was so beautiful that it could not be described with words.    

    

"Ziwei, these two people are liars. I told them to leave out of kindness, but that lowly person still beat me up. Tell me, am I innocent?"    

    

Han Lee was the first to complain. She walked up to Ann Ziwei and was the first to cry out in grievance.    

    

Ann Ziwei frowned as she looked at Ren Qianyuv, who was surrounded by people from far away, and then looked at the red and swollen handprint on Han Lee's face.