Xiang Mingli was grabbed the moment he stepped out. He was immediately pummeled with fists and kicks. He was already injured, so it only took a few blows before he passed out cold.
Mrs. Wang didn't fare any better. She was held down and beaten, screaming bloody murder.
Ye Qianning sat in the courtyard, listening to the report and sneering inwardly. "Don't kill him," she said. "He's still useful."
"Don't worry, Young Miss. He's been thrown back into the old madam's courtyard," Luo Xuan reported, his spirits high. "When he wakes up, he probably won't be able to move an inch."
"You seem happy about this," Ye Qianning said, turning to him.
Luo Xuan's smile faltered slightly. "The second branch isn't part of the Xiang family."
At his words, Ye Qianning couldn't help but laugh. 'If they aren't family, then we won't have to watch Dad agonize over hurting his own kin.'
"Miss Xiang."
A guard suddenly appeared in the courtyard.
