Aunt Hua hadn't seen Xiang Yimo for many years, and didn't immediately recognize the man who seemed to be at the peak of anger before her. Empowered by Xiang Zongyin, Aunt Hua, who had always been unafraid of heaven and earth in the Xiang Family, actually shrank back when she heard Xiang Yimo's voice and didn't dare to whip again.
"Who are you?"
As Aunt Hua asked, Xiang Yimo had already covered the ground in a few steps and snatched the whip from her hand, throwing it heavily outside the Reflection Garden.
Having worked in Reflection Garden for twenty or thirty years, Aunt Hua had never been treated with such disrespect before.
So, she pulled out another whip from the bag behind her and was about to whip Zhong Lingling again when Xiang Yimo firmly grasped her hand.
Although Aunt Hua was an old woman, her strength was not less than that of a man's. Unexpectedly, Xiang Yimo's strength was astonishing.
When he gripped her hand, she felt like her bones were about to be crushed.