"Liang Yuzhu, try saying that again!"
After spewing a stream of obscenities, Liang Yuzhu stood there, and Nangong Feihong couldn't take it anymore. He rushed forward and grabbed Liang Yuzhu's neck with his big hand.
With a livid face, he gritted his teeth and said, "I warn you, if you dare to say another word about Xiaonuan, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"
Liang Yuzhu was suddenly strangled, her words stuck in her throat. Her eyes widened in panic, and her face instantly turned red.
Seeing this, Liang Shaochen strode forward and grabbed Nangong Feihong's arm, veins popping on his forehead as he commanded in a deep voice, "Nangong Feihong, let her go!"
The scene became extremely tense in an instant.
Nangong Feihong and Liang Shaochen confronted each other, swords drawn, neither willing to back down.
Everyone was shocked, including Xia Xiaonuan.
However, Xia Xiaonuan's feelings weren't just shock; they were more complex and painful.
