Mentioning the Past

Whip in hand, Jiang Peihuan pointed at Yan Kuan. Her eyes brimmed with fierce hostility, making Yan Kuan shudder. Yet, the moment he realized his fear of a woman, a mix of shame and irritation filled his eyes. The power in Peihuan's whip had made an impression on him.

No longer daring to provoke Jiang Peihuan, he cast a scornful glance at Jiang Songbai. "Hiding behind a woman, what kind of man does that?"

"I will remember what happened today. I, Yan Kuan, will definitely get back at you."

With those words, he made a swift exit, bumping into a young waiter on his way down the stairs.

The waiter, carrying a tray of food, lost his balance, and the dishes spilled over Yan Kuan. Seeing his stained clothes, Yan Kuan was angered. He kicked the waiter, sending him rolling down the stairs.