"You, you... Shang Dong, aren't you going to teach him a lesson for me."
The woman was already so angry that she seemed a bit insane. The spoiled rich kid was just about to make a move, but he immediately stepped back because Su Xuan held a cabbage knife forward like: if you want to taste this knife, go ahead and try.
"Dear, we are people of status, don't stoop to his level, it'll only lower our standing."
The rich kid, though having money, didn't necessarily mean he was good at fighting. Looking at the bright knife in Su Xuan's hand, he almost peed himself in fear and dared not move forward.
Besides, today was the Divine Doctor's turf, and if he acted out here, offending the Divine Doctor would be very troublesome. When he came, the old man specifically told him to be polite and not to make trouble.
"Yeah, having such a fluffy son is truly noble."
