He wasn't bad-looking, but he exuded an arrogant air, swaggering around as if the whole street belonged to him. His hands and neck were adorned with piles of gold and jade, as if he wanted everyone to know how wealthy he was.
When Wan Qiqi first saw him, she thought he looked like a spoiled brat from a TV drama, someone who loved to show off and bully others.
When Chen Yongliang saw him, his lips turned pale and his hands trembled uncontrollably. He tried to pull Wan Qiqi behind him, but his whole body stiffened and he couldn't move.
Wan Qiqi remained calm and asked indifferently, "Young master, would you like a cup of sweet soup? It's three coins a cup!"
"Who wants your sweet soup! I told you last time..." Before the servant could finish speaking, Tang Qiwen kicked him away, "I haven't even said anything yet, what are you interrupting for!"
The man immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "Young Master Tang... I was wrong, please, forgive me!"
Tang Qiwen waved his hand, and the remaining servants surrounded the man and began punching and kicking him.
Wan Qiqi instinctively wanted to rush over and pull the person out, but reason told her she couldn't, and her body wouldn't let her move.
In modern times, simply calling the police would stop such incidents.
But in this era, who can she turn to for help?
Moreover, such servants must have sold themselves to the Tang family, so even if they were beaten to death, there would be no legal protection.
She saw once again that life is as insignificant as grass, that's how it is!
After a long while, Tang Qiwen finally ordered his men to stop.
The person on the ground was curled up, their face contorted in a grimace, and a pool of blood could still be seen on the ground.
No matter how calm Wan Qiqi was, seeing this scene made her heart tremble, and fear emanated from within.
"Young lady, make me a cup!"
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