Cheng Haoyu cast a disdainful look at him, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Are you trying to intimidate me, Mr. Fang?"
Seeing that he was completely unmoved by any soft or hard words, Mr. Fang swallowed his saliva helplessly and said, "That's not my intention. I'm just giving you a warning."
"I received Mr. Fang's warning, but I would also like to advise you that if you really don't want Biying to get hurt, you should find a way to stop this wedding. Otherwise, I really can't guarantee that your precious daughter will not be hurt." Cheng Haoyu reminded seriously.
"Believe it or not, I can kill you right now." As he spoke, Fang, the head of the Fang family, had already picked up the opera weapon behind him and pointed the sharp tip of the knife at Cheng Haoyu's chest.
Cheng Haoyu didn't even blink, sitting still calmly and calmly: "Anyway, my life was saved by your troupe. If Master Fang wants it, just take it back."
"You..." Boss Fang suddenly became incoherent. He was really helpless with you.
"I advise you to marry Biying the day after tomorrow, and then we will leave Beijing together. If you dare to treat Biying badly or make her sad, I will send someone to harm your wife and your friends." Mr. Fang retracted the weapon in his hand and threatened.
Cheng Haoyu was stunned for a moment, and cast an angry gaze at him. He slowly clenched his fists, tightening them more and more. "I never thought that the head of the troupe would behave so disgustingly."
"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. If you don't want your friends and wife to get hurt, treat Biying well." Mr. Fang warned seriously, then turned and left.
Cheng Haoyu cast a vicious look at his gradually receding back, his breathing became rapid, and the respect he had for him in his heart suddenly disappeared. He finally understood that the old will always be the wisest.
I looked up at the bright moonlight outside the window and frowned slightly: Xinyi, you must be very anxious and must think that I am a person who does not keep my promise. In fact, I am really helpless now. Can you feel my current situation?
Walking out of Cheng Haoyu's room, Fang Dangjia gently closed his eyes and murmured to himself: "My daughter, this is the last thing Dad can do for you. I hope it will be as you wish, and A Lang can treat you well."
At this moment, Zheng Xinyi was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The sky outside was getting darker and darker. Logically, Cheng Haoyu's soul should have come to meet her by now, but why hadn't his soul come yet at this time? Could he have really had an accident in the troupe? The more she thought about this, the more restless her heart became.
"No, no, Fang Biying likes Haoyu so much, she won't be willing to hurt him. Haoyu's soul needs to fall asleep before it can sneak out to meet me. The reason why he didn't come tonight must be that Haoyu hasn't fallen asleep yet." Zheng Xinyi sat up, stroked her chest, and persuaded herself.
Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I might as well take a walk in the yard. The moonlight was bright tonight, illuminating this small courtyard very brightly. I found a stone and sat down on it. I propped my chin on my palm and stared at the moon in the sky. I sighed softly: "Haoyu, it's so late, you haven't fallen asleep yet? I miss you just like I do now."
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