Luzhiheng and Song Yunchi got into a fight.

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Uncle Lu was furious and gave Luzhiheng, who already had makeup on his face, another beating.

The whip even split.

Lu Ci stood by and casually handed over a sturdier whip.

Two days after the incident, limping, Luzhiheng angrily found me:

"Sunian, what grudge do you have with Le Yun? Why do you want to harm her? If it wasn't discovered in time, she would have been defiled by that bastard Song Yunchi."

"What grudge?" I sneered, "Luzhiheng, you knew about the day Song Leyun invited me, right? You also knew she wanted to give me to Song Yunchi."

His mouth twitched, unable to speak.

"So I'm just giving her a taste of her own medicine. What's wrong with that? Even if I'm wrong, it's not your place to come here and shout at me."

I looked at him contemptuously.

Unable to hold his composure, he lunged at me like a mad dog.

I dodged, extended my leg, tripped him, and he fell flat on his face.

"I told you, with a limp, don't act tough." I taunted behind him, "I'm about to marry your little uncle soon. You know, Lu Ci's temper has never been good. If you provoke me again, I can't guarantee what he will do to you."

He barely turned his head, his legs kicking a few times, unable to get up.

With a red face, gritting his teeth, he said, "Sunian, don't be smug. I will make you pay."