Wa Chengnan, upon seeing a stranger speak, had a gloomy expression and glanced sideways.
"This matter has nothing to do with you, please don't meddle in others' affairs."
Yan Wanqing, shaking the folding fan in her hand, contrary to his expectation, walked straight in. She first waved to let the girl shivering in the corner leave, and then calmly looked at Wa Chengnan and said, "What if I insist on meddling?"
She looked at Li Chengxiang, who was holding his abdomen in pain, bent over, his pallid face twisted in agony.
"You look like a gentleman but have the heart of a brute. Why would you hit a woman?" Yan Wanqing's eyes were filled with a cold light when she spoke.
Wa Chengnan's hands unconsciously curled up: "It wasn't intentional, and besides, she is my wife. What does the matter between my wife and me have to do with an outsider like you?! Just leave!"