The floor shattered, dust flying everywhere.
"Cough, cough."
Zhou Luan lay on the cracked floor, her whole body soaked in blood, covered in horrifying wounds.
Even in her dreams, she couldn't have imagined that in her own house, in front of so many people, someone would actually dare to make a move.
A profound silence, stealthily spread across the scene.
Instantly, the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze.
Not only Zhou Luan was caught off guard, but who else could have seen this coming? On the stage, the expression on Zhou Qingyang's deeply wrinkled face changed again and again, and then he looked to the side, at the elder crouched on the ground.
"Family, Family Head, I, I am no match!!" The elder tried to straighten his back, his body trembling violently, his eyes full of terror, staring intently at Chen Yang.
The young man, back facing the crowd, held a bowl and chopsticks, eating at a leisurely pace.
From start to finish, he hadn't turned around.
Indifferent, calm.
