There was a tense situation in the building, with father and son confronting each other as if they were enemies, and no one dared to come forward to persuade him.
Upstairs, the door to the closed room suddenly opened.
The woman walked out of the room with the help of the nurse, holding the railing down with a pale face.
"Xiao Yan, don't get angry with your father. He is also worried that you will be carried away by your emotions."
A sound as light as a gnat slowly came down from upstairs.
Yan Zhicheng frowned, temporarily withdrew his gaze and looked upstairs, "What are you doing out here?"
The woman gasped and smiled sadly, "You talk to the child properly, don't..."
"Is it your turn to interrupt?" Yan Lengyan interrupted the other party's words and mocked him unceremoniously.
"Xiao Yan..." The woman burst into tears, looking like she had been hit hard. She tried to open her mouth again and again, but was unable to speak.
Yan Zhicheng looked into her eyes and looked at Yan Han with a slight displeasure, "You want to act wild on your father's chassis, you are still a little too young, get out!"
"Zhicheng..." The woman raised her hand, trying to dissuade her, "Don't be like this to your child..."
Bang!
Before she could finish her words, Yan Han had already pulled out the gun at his side and without hesitation hit the colored window next to her.
The glass shattered and splattered everywhere.
Everyone was shocked, and they didn't expect Yan Han to suddenly take action.
"I told you, it's not your turn to interrupt, so who are you?"
Yan Han slowly retracted his hand, ignoring the pitiful look of the woman upstairs with her pupils dilated in fear, and looked at Yan Zhicheng, "Let your people look for it, otherwise today..."
"What else?"
In the middle of Yan Yan's cold words, Yan Zhicheng had already snatched the gun from the person next to him.
"Boy, if your wings are stiff, you shouldn't bring trouble on me!"
"gentlemen!"
Someone who had been with Yan Zhicheng for many years came up to dissuade him, but Yan Zhicheng threw him away with one hand.
Father and son, two guns, if anyone fired one, something would happen.
“Yan Zhicheng!!!”
Suddenly, a sharp shout came from the door of Xiaobailou.
"Son of a bitch! What do you want to do to my son!"
With a head full of grass on her head, An Xuyue pulled Song Xiang and ran in from the door, rushing towards Yan Zhicheng without saying a word.
The scene changed instantly.
Song Xiang followed behind. He didn't even have time to look at Yan Han, so he had to go up to start a fight.
An Xuyue went crazy, and her strength was so frightening that Song Xiang couldn't hold her back, so she could only turn around and look at Yan Han.
"Why are you standing still?"
Watch your mother beat your father?
Yan Han was frozen in place, looking at the person he was looking for frantically, as if he had fallen from the sky, right in front of him.
His tone and demeanor are all that person.
"Severe cold!" Song Xiang shouted again.
The man came to his senses and went up to pull her out of the battle.
Next to him, An Xuyue clung to Yan Zhicheng, pulling his hair and biting his ears.
Halfway through the bite, she turned her head to look at Yan Han again.
"Son, take your daughter-in-law away, I can beat you."
Song Xiang: "..."
Yan Han responded, actually took Song Xiang's hand, turned around and walked out.
Behind him, there was An Xuyue's harsh voice and the cry of the woman upstairs, all mixed together in such a mess that it made my head spin.
Song Xiang followed Yan Han and trotted all the way to catch up.
"Shen Han, please wait, where are we going?"
Yan Han stopped and turned around to take another steady look at the people around him, as if to confirm that he had not found the wrong person.