“You disobedient and unfilial ba5tard!” Lan Yaqin continued to lift the horse whip in a desperate manner, and this time he hit Fu Yuan’s face hard–
“Stop!” At the critical moment, Tessa rushed in regardless of his servant’s obstruction.
When Lan Yaqin’s braid came down, she rushed up quickly, squeezing Lan Yaqin’s wrist and flicking it aside.
Lan Yaqin staggered backwards a few steps, stood firm, glared at her, and sternly said, “What are you doing in my house? This is not an old house. I won’t count you as an ancestor!”
Tessa ignored her, turned and squatted in front of Fu Yu’an, looking at the blood stains leaking out of the man’s back, frowning, “Uncle Yu, how are you?”
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