My people it's not up to outsiders to attack them

"It's not up to you to take care of my people, Young Master Ouyang." A cold and magnetic voice came from behind.

Everyone turned their heads.

At that moment, Xi Mu Cheng, who was dressed in a black trench coat, walked over. He was handsome and devilishly charming. His long and narrow eyes were deep and stern.

Xu Zifeng, who was pushing the wheelchair, and Yun Yao, who was sitting in the wheelchair, got out together with him.

She had just had an abortion. She couldn't even get out of her bed, but she insisted on coming over to take a look, so she could only sit in a wheelchair.

"Why are you here!?" "You …" Ouyang Xuan frowned and was about to walk over when Ouyang Lin pulled him back and shook his head.

Yunyao didn't even look at Ouyang Xuan. Instead, his gaze fell on Xia Xiaoling and Feng Sheng. No one knew what he was thinking about.