Fan Rou strolled through the garden and then came back. Yes, she had been dragged back by Jun Mochan.
When the butler alerted Ye Ranran that a fight might break out downstairs, Ye Ranran ran down quickly, her brisk pace startling the butler.
"Madam, slow down, slow down."
"Hurry up and tell me, who are you?" Jun Mochan, clutching Fan Rou's neck, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Are you sick in the head or what? I'm just enjoying the flowers, what's it to you? And who I am is none of your business!" Fan Rou struck him with fists and kicks.
"Won't talk, huh?" Jun Mochan tightened his grip.
Just when Fan Rou felt she couldn't breathe, the voice of Ye Ranran rose up like a heavenly tune, "Husband, let her go."
Jun Mochan, catching a glimpse of Ye Ranran running hurriedly over, immediately released Fan Rou and ran over to her, "Why are you running so fast?"
"That's Miss Fan San, don't scare her like that." Ye Ranran, clutching Jun Mochan's hand, gasped for air.
