The man fanned himself and snorted, "I'm not satisfied with the pair I came up with. What can you do to me?"
"And he's dressed so poorly, he must be here just for the hundred taels, he's really too utilitarian! Someone, come, kick this guy out! Don't let him come in again! Anyone can come here, it's bad luck!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two servants following him grabbed the scholar and dragged him out violently.
The scholar frowned and struggled, but as if something was bothering him, he suddenly started coughing violently, and his originally fair cheeks turned red.
"Ahem, no need to trouble you, ahem, I will go out on my own."
The man covered his nose with a fan and sneered, "So you're a sickly person. Get out of here!"
"Stop!" A cold shout came from the stairs.
Everyone looked over and saw a graceful figure walking down the stairs. She was wearing a veil on her head so her appearance could not be seen clearly, but she exuded an air of nobility that could not be desecrated.
It was Wen Yu who couldn't stand it anymore.
Wen Yu walked slowly to the scholar and looked at him through the gap in his veil.
When she was far away, she only thought that this scholar had an outstanding temperament. Now that she saw his appearance clearly, Wen Yu was a little surprised by his delicate yet slightly sickly face.
"Are you okay?"
The two servants were frightened by the aura emanating from Wen Yu and had already loosened their grip on the scholar.
The scholar bowed slightly and said, "I am fine. Thank you for your help, Miss."
Wen Yu said: "Don't worry, this hundred taels is what you deserve, I will get it back for you."
"What a big tone!" The man clapped his fan and clapped his hands. "May I ask which family this lady is from? You appear in this teahouse. Are you planning to perform a play called "Wen Xiang Ji"?"
Wen Yu stood still and said, "I am your father."
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