"Wei Zifang, now that Mu Ruyue is not here, let's see who can save you!" He snorted coldly, boasting with arrogance, "You're relying on a woman to save you, what kind of skill is that? You're nothing but a useless coward!"
Wei Zifang clenched his fists so hard that they creaked, and he couldn't hold back any longer—a punch landed on Lin Ye's forehead. With a bang, Lin Ye was fiercely thrown out, and blood immediately flowed down his forehead.
"Son!"
Lin Feng erupted with rage, his eyes flashing with intense fury: "Good, very good, you've dared to hurt my son, you will certainly pay the price for this! Come, capture that young man and beat him severely!"
Unless he kills him, it would be truly difficult to extinguish the anger in his heart!
Seeing the crowd rushing towards his grandson with hostility, Wei Yue hastily grabbed Wei Zifang's hand and pulled him behind, a cold gleam flickered in his murky eyes.
