Song Yufan was stepped on by Ye Xuan.
His face was pale, his mouth full of blood, looking absolutely miserable.
As for Ye Xuan, his expression was cold, and his dark eyes showed not a hint of tenderness.
Song Yufan dared to call Tang Xiaorou a whore, he was certainly asking for trouble.
Ye Xuan didn't cripple him with a single kick, only out of respect for his grandfather, Song Zushen, showing some mercy.
"You dare hit my dad?"
Song Yufan sneered grimly, wildly arrogant, and didn't pay Ye Xuan any mind.
"If he were here, why wouldn't I dare!"
Ye Xuan chuckled softly, coldly scanning the surrounding people, scolding, "Don't say I hit him, even if I make him kneel, he wouldn't dare utter a word!"
"Such big talk."
At that moment, a voice suddenly came from behind the crowd.
Upon hearing this, those guests suddenly became restless.
"The Song Family Head has arrived. This Tang Xuan is too arrogant, finally someone to deal with him."
