Are you crazy?

  In the midst of these two extreme speculations, Han Xiyan was almost on the verge of collapse.

  He urgently needs an emotional outlet, Rong Baichuan might be the benefactor of Han Xiyan. If Rong Baichuan can't move, then moving Rong Yanwei is also possible?

  Han Xiyan threw a punch at Rong Yanwei, venting the resentment that had been building up for many days. The punch was both precise and ruthless, landing squarely on Rong's right cheek, which instantly turned purple and blue.

  As Han Xiyan's fist flew towards Rong Yanwei, Rong Yanwei was completely unguarded, his mind preoccupied with protecting Nangong Minglu in his arms, softly asking his sister if she was uncomfortable anywhere.

  Rong Yanwei was caught off guard by this sudden punch, stumbled and fell to the ground, with blood suddenly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

  Everyone in the Fengyun Banquet Hall was stunned, and the hall that had just been bustling with noise suddenly became silent. Rong Yanwei was injured with one punch, which was something that had never happened before. Everyone stared intently at Rong Yanwei, Han Xiyan, and Nangong Minglu.

  Nangong Minglu's surprise was no less than anyone else present, she knew that over the years, Han Xiyan and her brother had not gotten along, but they had never actually come to blows.

  But today, Han Xiyan's punch seemed to have used all his strength.

  Nangong Minglu was stunned.

  After a moment, she came back to her senses and looked at her brother with a pained expression. Suddenly, she rushed in front of Han Xiyan and slapped him hard on the face.

  She glared at Han Xiyan furiously and asked angrily, "Han Xiyan, have you gone mad? If someone has wronged you, it's me. Come at me if you dare! My brother has never done anything to wrong you, why did you hit him?"

  Han Xiyan was slapped by Nangong Minglu and his face turned to one side. When he slowly turned his head back, his eyes were burning with fierce flames. He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Nangong Minglu, I remember I told you before that I'm no longer the Han Xiyan who was bullied by you when we were young! Don't ever lay a hand on me again! It seems you still have a bad memory!"

  Han Xiyan's palm was raised high and swung heavily towards Nan Gong Minglu's face.