A dozen hot-blooded youths were instantly enraged and rushed forward together.
But Situ Yan smiled and, in less than ten minutes, all the boys were already on the ground, crying out in pain.
Nangong Feihong stood to the side, completely dumbfounded.
"You... you hypocrite!" Nangong Feihong got even angrier, swung his fists, and charged again. Yet Situ Yan, with a simple backhand, grabbed his arm and pinned it behind him.
"Bastard! Let me go! I'm warning you, don't provoke Xiaonuan again! If you dare bully her again, I won't forgive you!"
"Feihong, calm down. Xiaonuan and Nangong Yaoling have already divorced; she has the right to choose her own love!" Situ Yan said through gritted teeth.
"Even if she's divorced, she can't be with a hypocrite like you! Even if all the men in the world were dead, I wouldn't let Xiaonuan be with you!" Nangong Feihong's forehead veins bulged as he spoke.
Situ Yan frowned, feeling a slight pain in his heart.
