Princess Against the World

As the saying goes, every Buddha has three parts of fire.

Ordinary disabled people would get angry if someone said the word "disabled" to their face.

Not to mention, with an identity like Zhou Yan.

Feng Chenglin also realized that he was wrong for a moment: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... I didn't mean any harm, I meant..."

He wanted to explain something, but found that he really couldn't explain it!

Besides, there were still so many people around who wanted to kill him.

"Well, all I can say is, I'm really sorry. I didn't know... I just blurted it out subconsciously, and I definitely didn't mean it to be disrespectful!"

He waved his hand and smiled.

"What, you... have a good temperament, although... that, but overall, you are majestic and murderous! Much better than some people standing there!"

Even though Zhou Yan was thin and frail, he had a strong energy about him.

Anyone with this kind of aura will definitely not be a weakling!

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes slightly——

It stands to reason that if Feng Chenglin is so rude, the Zhou family should teach him a lesson, whether it is for Zhou Yan's face or to establish authority in front of the Yan family.

But the strange thing is that both the Zhou family and the Yan family, as if nothing happened, are still standing there silently and motionless!

Feng Chenglin also realized something was wrong, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he kept silent.

Zhou Yan crossed his fingers and placed them quietly on his legs, tapping them comfortably, feeling very light and gentle.

Bach, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.

He knew who Zhou Yan was.

The more silent he is, the bigger the storm may be brewing!

However, due to the Yan family's reputation, he couldn't speak first, lest he lose to the Zhou family in terms of momentum.

Azi pushed Zhou Yan forward, bowed and stepped back.

Bach hesitated for a moment, then took two steps forward, three steps away from Zhou Yan, and saluted with clasped fists.

"What advice do you have, Third Young Master?"

"I don't dare to give you advice, I just...want to ask you for something from Bao Guo!"

"……what?"

Zhou Yan pointed his fingertips at Feng Chenglin: "Him!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

m-m-p!

Why him!

It can't be because this guy is stingy. If you click on it, you will torture him yourself! ?

Bach chuckled: "Just a slave, Third Young Master, there is no need to be polite!"

With a sideways gesture, he signaled his men to carry Feng Chenglin out.

Although Feng Chenglin didn't want to, Ling Luoyu didn't say anything, so he had to resist a little, and then his arm was clamped and pushed to Bach's side.

Bach took action himself, grabbed his arm and pushed it to Azi.

"Does the Third Young Master want anyone else?"

"No!"

Zhou Yan raised his fingertips lightly and glanced at Ling Luoyu and others casually.

"We both have a slave contract. The slave on the ground belongs to the one who owns it... Whether they live or die is up to you to decide!"

"Well, let's not disturb the Third Young Master!"

Bach saluted again, said goodbye to Zhou Yan, turned around and waved to his men to take away the slaves.

"Third Young Master..."

Feng Chenglin took two steps forward, wanting to tell Ling Luoyu to be careful.

But Zhou Yan looked at that moment with a playful look in his eyes: "Is something wrong?"

Feng Chenglin immediately realized that there was also a "Third Young Master" here!

"It's okay... I just want to ask, where... will they be taken?"

"They are slaves. Where will they be taken?"

Zhou Yan turned the wheelchair and looked at the yarn ring on his hand.

"Can I see your Yaohuan?"