"What did you say! Who's identity doesn't measure up!" The middle-aged man, hearing Bai Yiran's sarcasm, couldn't hold his face. Although he wasn't a Heavenly God like Leng Yichen, he was used to ordering people around and couldn't stand the humiliation from a girl younger than his own children.
"I'm talking about you! What, you want to hit me?" Bai Yiran smiled with an infuriating grin, making the middle-aged man actually feel an urge to strike.
"What? Who wants to hit my wife!" Leng Yichen's voice came deeply from behind, carrying an air of invincibility and a chilling coldness.
Leng Yichen walked to Bai Yiran's side, naturally holding her waist, smiling as he looked at the middle-aged man, "You want to hit my wife?"
