An Zhile. The eldest son of the An Family. For an ordinary person, let alone breaking his limbs, even a single disrespectful word would have consequences far too heavy to bear.
Tang Yanran let out a soft sigh.
She had seen Chen Wanli’s fierce side more than once. If this were in the past, she would have panicked and been terrified. But now, she understood that Chen Wanli’s reputation—forged by the shockwaves he left in Handong, his assault on Cangyuan, and his confrontation with the God of War of the North—was built upon a mountain of blood. How could these pampered, arrogant youths ever hope to provoke him?
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