Yan Lie was immediately grabbed by the hands of the men in black on either side of him, his face flushed with anger amidst the crowd.
At that moment, Nan Qiaosheng turned and left with Rong Shang.
Yan Lie roared from behind, "Nan Qiaosheng, you beast, give Second Master's life back!"
"Nan Qiaosheng, you stop right there."
"stop."
Bang!
Someone next to him raised their hand and punched him.
Yan Lie let out a howl, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The man in black yelled at him, "Shut up!"
He suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp and tinged with hatred.
But later, he and his wheelchair were lifted up by Nan Qiaosheng's men.
Yan Lie's expression changed, and he was furious.
"Let me go! Put me down!"
He hates it.
I hate myself for having useless legs.
He was swaying violently in his wheelchair, struggling intensely.
The men in black on both sides were struggling to keep up and nearly fell off the wheelchair.
In just a few minutes, Master Nan's men were defeated by Nan Qiaosheng's men.
Yan Jie resisted and was beaten black and blue.
At that moment, he had his hands held, and when he looked up, he saw Yan Lie being carried outside, with the empty coffin that they had brought in that evening beside him.
A sudden panic gripped Yan Jie, and he struggled, shouting, "Let him go!"
"Nan Qiaosheng, what exactly do you want?"
"Young master, we've caught them."
Someone stepped forward to report the situation below to Nan Qiaosheng.
Upon hearing this, the man raised an eyebrow and turned slightly to the side.
He spoke to the woman beside him, "You go back to your room first, I have something to take care of."
"Can't I stay?" Rong Shang glanced at him and saw the bloodthirsty and ruthless look in his eyes.
But at this moment, he shook his head at her, his tone surprisingly gentle, "No, I'm afraid I'll scare you."
So brutal?
Rong Shang smiled, "Then I'm even more eager to see it."
"..."
*
On New Year's Eve, every household was lit up, and the sound of firecrackers filled the air.
The Nan family.
Nan Qiaosheng walked down the stairs step by step.
The cool ankle boots stepped down, as if stepping on the hearts of everyone present.
Yan Jie's heart skipped a beat.
He frowned as the man walked past him.
"Nan Qiaosheng, what do you want to do?"
He looked nervous, unsure of what his brother intended to do.
Despite asking several questions, Nan Qiaosheng didn't respond to a single one.
Yan Jie struggled fiercely, shouting, "Nan Qiaosheng, if you dare to bully my brother, I won't let you get away with it!"
The person next to him got angry and slapped Yan Jie hard on the head.
"Shut up!"
Soon, everyone in the room watched as Nan Qiaosheng walked in front of Yan Lie.
At that time, he was still in a wheelchair and restrained by others.
As soon as Nan Qiaosheng appeared, Yan Lie immediately stopped struggling.
His gaze froze for a moment, but after only a few seconds of pause, Yan Lie's face turned red with anger.
He seemed about to stand up from his wheelchair and hit him, his emotions running high. "Nan Qiaosheng, you bastard!"
"Second Master was your uncle, and you actually killed him."
"You killed him, and I won't let you get away with it."
“Beast.”
"Insolence!" The man in black standing nearby was enraged. He raised his hand to strike Yan Lie, but was stopped by Nan Qiaosheng.
Yan Lie sneered, clearly unappreciative, "Nan Qiaosheng, you'll die a horrible death."
"Shut up!" Rong Shang, who was still standing at the top of the stairs, heard Yan Lie cursing Nan Qiaosheng. Her eyes turned cold, and she had an urge to twist his head off.
However, the man remained unfazed.
It seems that the person Yan Lie was cursing wasn't him.
Of course, it was all an illusion.
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