Tortured by these two extreme speculations, Han Xiyan almost collapsed.
He desperately needed an outlet to vent his anger. Rong Baichuan might be his benefactor, Han Xiyan. He couldn't touch Rong Baichuan, but he could touch Rong Yanwei, right?
Han Xiyan punched Rong Yanwei, venting the resentment he had accumulated for many days. The punch was accurate and hard, and it landed on Rong Yanwei's right cheek, which turned purple immediately.
When Han Xiyan's punch struck Rong Yanwei, Rong Yanwei was not alert at all. He was focused on protecting Nangong Minglu in his arms and asked his sister in a low voice if she was feeling uncomfortable.
Rong Yanwei was caught off guard by the sudden punch. He staggered and fell to the ground. Blood immediately flowed down the corner of Rong Yanwei's mouth.
Everyone in the Fengyun Banquet Hall was stunned. The Fengyun Banquet Hall, which had been bustling with people just now, suddenly became silent. Rong Yanwei was injured with a punch. This was something that had never happened before. Everyone was staring at it.
They stared at Rong Yanwei, Han Xiyan and Nangong Minglu.
Nangong Minglu was no less surprised than anyone present. She knew that although Han Xiyan and her brother had been at odds over the years, they had never really fought each other.
But today, Han Xiyan's punch seemed to use all his strength.
Nangong Minglu was stunned.
After coming back to her senses after a moment, she glanced at her brother distressedly, rushed to Han Xiyan, and slapped Han Xiyan hard in the face.
Did she look at Han Xiyan angrily, and asked angrily: "Han Xiyan, are you crazy? I am the one who is sorry for you, just come to me! My brother has never done anything sorry for you, why did you hit him?
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Han Xiyan was slapped by Nangong Minglu and turned his face to the side. When he slowly turned his head, his eyes were burning with hot fire. He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Nangong Minglu, I remember
I once told you that I am no longer the stubborn Han Xiyan who was bullied by you when I was a child! Don’t touch me again in the future! It seems that you still don’t have a long memory!"
Han Xiyan raised his palm high and swung it hard towards Nangong Minglu's face.
