Qi Rui's expression changed and he shouted coldly, "Leng Zhongyu, you have the nerve to say something so immoral as coveting your own sister-in-law? A mistress is born from a mistress too. She doesn't understand etiquette, justice and shame, and wants to rob everything."
He was silent as soon as he came in. He just guarded Qingting silently and came to support her.
His memory has never been restored, and his understanding of the Leng family's situation is limited to what Qingting said. His concept is very vague, and he has no sense of belonging.
He has no obsession with the Leng family, but Qingting's wish is his wish.
The people present looked at each other with different expressions, but their attitudes were surprisingly unified, and no one jumped out to break up the fight.
This matter is too embarrassing. How can outsiders get involved in other people's housework?
Leng Zhongyuru was slapped hard several times and couldn't help but became angry, "You..."
Due to his status, he had to take into account his demeanor and image in front of so many important ministers. His face turned red and he wanted to scold but couldn't.
One of his men, Little B, saw this and jumped out without hesitation.
"Shut up, we, Mr. Yu, don't have an outsider to blame us, and we don't accept the so-called fake agreement."
You guys? Qingting raised his eyebrows and raised the corner of his mouth with a mocking arc.
A group of people who had been subdued by Leng Zhongyu stood up to express support, "Yes, this is completely false. Don't believe it. The old master handed over the entire Leng family to Mr. Yu seven years ago. How could he go back on his word?"
"Master Yu, we all support you."
"Someone, get these bitches out of here."
There were only a hundred or two hundred people in this group, and the crowd was raging, but the momentum was huge.
Qi Rui saw it in his eyes and kept it in mind one by one. This group of people will not be retained in the future. "Who dares?"
His face was serious, his expression was cold and arrogant, and he had a certain dignity, somewhat like the head of the old family.
Everyone was stunned, looking at their master's face, and continued to besiege Qingting and Qirui, all of them were fierce and fierce.
Qi Rui frowned, his face full of displeasure.
Qingting had a smile on his face and seemed to be in a good mood.
Both of them remained silent, did not argue with them, and looked calm and composed.
Everyone was cursing and cursing until their mouths were dry. Somehow, looking at the strange behavior of this man and woman, they felt very bad in their hearts.
The more they cursed, the more panicked they felt, and they had an ominous premonition.
Luo Dazhi watched with cold eyes for a long time, then slammed the table and shouted flatly, "That's enough, we are all a family, let's talk to each other if we have anything to say."
He turned his head and said calmly, "Young Master Yu, tell your people to pay attention to their demeanor. They are all respectable people. What's the etiquette?"
Leng Zhongyu's face was expressionless, "Uncle Luo was joking. They are all members of the Leng family. They just can't stand it. When the road is rough, they draw their swords to help..."
Qingting suddenly interrupted, "Do you think you are filming a martial arts drama?"
Everyone rolled their eyes in unison, unable to complain.
A cold light flashed in Leng Zhongyu's eyes, "Uncle Wen, who do you support?"
At this point, he refused to give up. How could he give up? If he wins, he has the whole world, but if he loses, it will be more painful than death.
He had tasted the sweet taste of power and the arrogance of being able to dominate the world, and yet he had lost everything overnight. How could he accept it?
That feeling of loss is enough to drive someone crazy.
"This..." Uncle Wen sighed in embarrassment, "My mind is very messed up and I need to think carefully."
He really didn't expect that the old family master would do something like this. The situation was difficult to deal with.