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The entire room was silent. No one dared to speak as they were shocked by Fu Sihan's aura. All they could hear was each other's breathing.

"Come here." Fu Sihan's left hand was inserted into his pants pocket, while his right hand made a late gesture towards Yan Xu.

When the two servants who were talking late heard this, they immediately let go of Yan Xie. They didn't dare to look at the masked man with the aura of a death god.

Wen Xue hadn't even had the time to give Yan Feng his makeup before a layer of white powder covered her face. The red mark on the woman's white cheek was obvious, and it had swelled up to twice the size of her right cheek.

Under the mask, the space between Fu Sihan's eyebrows creased tightly.

When he walked up to him late at night, he felt his mood as bad as a snowstorm. He glanced at him before lowering his head, not daring to look anymore.

His current momentum was even more terrifying than when he shot at Fu Manhua without batting an eyelid.

"Hiss —"

Her cheek was suddenly touched by someone. Her strength wasn't considered heavy, but the wound on her face late at night was exceptionally sensitive to pain. She gasped from the pain and looked puzzledly at Fu Sihan.

Fu Sihan retracted his hand and cried out in pain the moment he saw her. He dispelled the messy makeup on her face.

"Who did it?" When the man spoke, the three words startled the Yan family members.

Yan Gaoqing's hand trembled uncontrollably, not daring to make a sound.

The Yan family members did not dare to speak up. Fu Sihan asked Yan Wan'er, "Who did you hit?"

It was the same three words. When he asked the Yan family members, it was like he was holding a killing knife, but when he was late, he was defending them.

Yan Meng Rou bit her lips. What right did Fu Han have to treat her so maliciously? Why was he acting so differently towards her at such a late hour?!

These should all belong to her!

"Third Young Master, it was tonight that I said such disrespectful words. Daddy only accidentally hit her because I was too angry, not because …" When Yan Meng Rou saw that Yan Wan was about to open her mouth, she rushed to speak first, pushing all the responsibility onto Yan Wan.

[It is only natural for me to educate my children.]

However, Fu Sihan didn't think so.

"Great disrespect?" He sneered. "What disrespectful words? "Tell me about it."

Sooner or later, he rolled his sharp eyes and was shocked by Fu Sihan's actions today.

He didn't seem to have so much to say usually?

Furthermore, he seemed to dislike her when she left the house. Why did he suddenly make a fuss about her?

"This …" Yan Meng Rou stammered, unable to speak, unable to come up with any disrespectful words. She said that everything she said downstairs was for the sake of getting married, so of course she couldn't tell Fu Sihan about it.

"Mr. Yan?" Fu Sihan's gaze shot toward Yan Gaoqing.

Yan Gaoqing's face turned ashen. As long as he could muster up the courage to follow his precious daughter's words, he would say, "Third Young Master, this little girl here doesn't know how to speak properly. You'd better not listen to her.

Fu Sihan curled his lips emotionlessly as he placed a hand on Yan Wan's shoulder.

Nightfall's body stiffened. This posture made her feel as if she was being held in his embrace. The man's powerful presence constantly reminded her.

"You can educate your daughter, but you have my permission to hit my woman?"

"This …"

Once Fu Sihan said this, Yan Gaoqing, Wen Xue, and Yan Mengrou all turned pale.

These words were obviously saying that he would settle the score for her later!

"Third Young Master, what … what do you think should be done?" Yan Gaoqing was sweating profusely. He had been bossing around Yan Yanyan for ten years and it was common for people to beat her up. This was the first time he regretted saying something so late.