"But if you dare insult Meng Xinian again, or lay a finger on him, I don't care if you're in your seventies or eighties, old or a woman, I will still beat you so hard you'll be searching for your teeth on the ground!"
Chiang Xiao slowly raised her fist and waved it at them.
"So violent?" Meng Xinian stepped forward and gently ruffled her hair.
The previously stoic Chiang Xiao suddenly looked up at him with a radiant smile. "Is that not okay? You don't like it?"
"How could I not? Hit whoever you want, no matter how violent you get, I like it all," Meng Xinian said with a corner of his lips curled up.
Everyone: "..."
They had fought, they had hurt people, they had threatened, and were they now going to poke their eyes as well?
Meng Xinian glanced at those people and said, "Scram."
That command, laden with icy sternness and even a hint of murderous intent, made them all feel their hearts jump, with cold sweat breaking out on their palms.