"What?" Ren Butong thought he had misheard.
A mere seventh-grade martial artist dared to speak to him in this tone—was he courting death?
Thus, his face turned incredibly grim, with murderous intent swirling in his eyes.
"Say that again?"
Xue An laughed freely, "Even if I say it several times, it would still be the same!"
As he spoke, Xue An raised his hand to point at Ren Ning, who was shrinking her neck and lowering her head like a quail.
"This daughter you're about to sacrifice for benefits by currying favor is now under my protection!"
Ren Butong laughed furiously, "Good, good, good!"
He repeated "good" several times, and then shouted in an extremely cold tone.
"Ren Ning, I'm giving you one last chance now. Come here obediently, and I'll pretend none of this ever happened, otherwise, you're in trouble!"
Hiding behind Xue An, Ren Ning trembled, her face displaying a look of panic, before she shakily stepped out from behind Xue An.
