"Screw you!"
Song Wuliang wasn't someone without a temper.
Everyone has a backbone; Song Wuliang was no exception.
Being called a fat pig repeatedly, anger simmered in Song Wuliang's heart.
So what if you're the son of the Hall Master of Qingmu Hall? I'm still the future heir of the Song family. Do you think I should be afraid of you?
With that, Song Wuliang grabbed Wan Hong by the collar and slapped his face repeatedly, the sound of the slaps echoing in the living room.
Wan Hong was in a tough spot.
Here, he was all alone, essentially a wolf entering a tiger's den.
Wan Hong naturally refused to accept being slapped by Song Wuliang like this, and instinctively reached out to the table to grab something. Fang Yi noticed this.
But before Fang Yi could do anything, Mao Yanfeng moved from the side, about to stand up.
"Old Mao, sit down!" Fang Yi suddenly said.
Mao Yanfeng looked at Fang Yi with confusion, but although puzzled, he sat back down.
