After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

The peacock-like figure approaching them, surrounded by three bodyguards, was likely the young master Zhu Huan that Xie Zhan had mentioned.

He wasn't exactly dashingly handsome; his features were just average. But his gait... was extremely arrogant, and his eyes were filled with contempt for everyone.

"Pfft... Hahahahahaha" Lu Ze and Xu Zhiyuan almost burst out laughing when they saw that someone's aesthetic sense could be this bad.

Zhu Yan couldn't help but lower her head and chuckle softly along with them.

He actually saw a kind of allure in this young master Zhu Huan.

"Young Master Zhu Huan, it's them! They don't respect you at all!" Xie Zhan and Zhu Huan walked over and consciously stood aside, pointing at Zhu Yan and his group sitting in the pavilion.

Zhu Huan didn't look at Xie Zhan, but instead glanced at Zhu Yan and the other two, as if she found it strange that Xilou had such handsome people.

"Are they new here?" Zhu Huan's gaze remained fixed on Zhu Yan and his two companions, not only because of their striking appearances, but more importantly, because he saw no respect for him in their eyes.

"How dare you sit in my seat? Have you no manners!" Zhu Huan frowned in displeasure, her eyes never leaving Zhu Yan. "Don't you know whose territory the West Building is?"

"I really don't know. Why don't you tell me, whose territory is this?" Zhu Yan was still fiddling with the tea set on the table, completely ignoring Zhu Huan's threat.

"Of course it's my territory!" Zhu Huan suddenly noticed that the tea leaves he had placed on the table had been moved.

"You lot, you messed with my tea!!!" Zhu Huan raised her voice, her eyes blazing with anger, when she saw her tea had been ruined.

"How dare you! Don't you know this belongs to me?! You...you lot, kneel here for three hours, then run ten laps around the manor!!!"

Zhu Huan was so angry that she wanted to go over and lift the lid to check the tea in the pot, but she was stopped outside the pavilion by Zhu Yan's bodyguards and not allowed to enter.

"How dare you stop me? Don't you recognize me?!" He was already furious because his treasured tea had been ruined, but he was even more enraged when the two bodyguards dared to block his way.

"I don't know him. Who is he?" the bodyguard replied expressionlessly, which amused Lu Ze.

"Wow, is that Young Master Zhu Huan? You've got quite the nerve. You think everyone has to fawn over you? You're really spoiled."

Elder Xilou indulged him, but Lu Ze did not, and immediately launched into a tirade against him.

Zhu Huan's anger had surged to his chest. He had been pampered by his parents since birth, and no one in the entire West Tower dared to treat him like this. When had he ever been treated like this?

"You guys, take them down!" Zhu Huan couldn't swallow this insult and ordered the three bodyguards next to him to go and take down Zhu Yan's two bodyguards.

The two bodyguards at the banquet stepped forward and seemed quite willing to fight them.

"Three against two, how do you think you can win?" Zhu Huan stood to the side with her arms crossed, watching the bodyguards fight each other with smug satisfaction.

"You have three minutes to bring him to me." Zhu Yan didn't even bother to look at him, and simply gave the order to the two bodyguards.

Three against two?

Zhu Yan sneered in his heart.

Could the bodyguards Zhu Mo arranged for him be ordinary people? Although there are only two of them now, they are both former mercenaries, and they could easily take on three bodyguards.

"Yes." The two bodyguards acknowledged the order and stepped forward.

Three minutes?

Young Master, you underestimate us. We can do it in a minute.

The two bodyguards genuinely looked down on the three men in front of them.

They weren't even serious; they just gave them a light kick, and it sent them flying several meters away.

So weak...

In less than a minute, Zhu Huan's bodyguard was beaten to a pulp.

Following Zhu Yan's orders, two bodyguards walked towards Zhu Huan, preparing to take him down.

But when Zhu Huan saw his bodyguard being taken down in just a few moves, he panicked. He looked at his disheveled subordinate on the ground with disbelief, and then at his bodyguard who was approaching him step by step.

"What...what do you want to do? I...I am the son of Elder Xilou, you...you can't touch me."

Xie Zhan was also frightened by the scene and silently retreated to the side.

So Zhu Huan was escorted by bodyguards and thrown in front of Zhu Yan.

"So what if it moved?" Zhu Yan's tone was indifferent, revealing no emotion.

"If you dare touch me, I'll have my father chop off your hands and feet and throw you out." Zhu Huan's eyes were fierce, and she didn't seem to be joking at all.

Chop off hands and feet?

This peacock heart is quite poisonous.

Zhu Yan was still holding a cup of tea that Lu Ze had poured for him. He waved to the bodyguards, signaling them to bring the person to him.

The bodyguards obeyed, each holding one of Zhu Huan's shoulders and forcing her to kneel down in front of Zhu Yan.

"You can give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Yan held the teacup above Zhu Huan's head, and the tea poured down, spilling all over Zhu Huan's hair without spilling a single drop.

The tea flowed down Zhu Huan's hair, onto her face, past the corners of her eyes, and into her scarlet eyes.

"You bastard, you're dead!!!"

Zhu Huan had barely finished speaking when she received a slap across the face.

"Tsk, who are you cursing?" Zhu Yan wanted to play around, and Xu Zhiyuan quietly stayed by her side, but he wouldn't allow anyone to curse his little Yan Yan.

This was the first time in Zhu Huan's life he had ever felt so humiliated. He was usually the one bullying others like this; no one had ever dared to treat him like this before!

As noon approached and the temperature rose, the guests had been out for a while and were tired of playing; they wanted to go home.

He had just gotten up, but his ankle, which he had sprained a few days ago, didn't seem to have healed yet. However, he wandered around the west building for quite a while with the injury.

As soon as her ankle put pressure on her, a sharp pain shot through her, and she lost her balance. If Xu Zhiyuan and Lu Ze hadn't reacted quickly and caught her, Zhu Yan might have fallen to the ground.

"Young Master!" Lin Shen had just finished dealing with Zhou An's matter and came over. He saw Zhu Yan get up and fall down, and rushed over anxiously.

Zhou An had clearly been scolded by Lin Shen, and was now hanging his head, silently following behind Lin Shen without saying a word.

"Young Master, are you alright? Did someone hurt you?" Lin Shen then turned his gaze to Zhu Huan, who was being held down by the bodyguards and unable to move.

Zhu Huan:?

No, we need to see clearly who hurt whom.

wrong!

Zhu Huan suddenly realized what Lin Shen had just called Zhu Yan: "You...you are the young master?"