As Rong Manman hoped that her father would also beat Long Yan’s face to a pulp, she was once again disappointed.
Her father was actually kicked away by Rong Yan.
And he landed not far from her, the dust raised from his landing covering her face.
Stunned, she was sure that Rong Yan did it on purpose.
Otherwise, why would he kick specifically in her direction?
Everyone was shocked; they hadn’t anticipated that Rong Yan would dare to strike her second uncle.
If Grandma Rong was angry before, now she was furious.
Since her eldest son drifted away from her over twenty years ago, this second son had been the apple of her eye.
Her three grandsons were also her pride and joy.
Now, two of her beloved grandsons had been beaten.
This was absolutely intolerable for her.
"Rong Yan, you’re completely disrespectful, just like your mother... What do you think you’re doing?"
This world’s mother, whether in appearance, personality, or temperament . . . was just like her prematurely deceased biological mother in the modern world.
Rong Yan definitely saw this mother as a lost-and-regained biological mother and would not allow anyone to say anything bad about her.
She was originally here to cause trouble, and now she had even less restraint or politeness.
She didn’t waste many words, smoothly picked up the hoe by the door, and hurled it directly at the house’s glass window . . . with a crash, the glass shattered.
Rong Wenze, seeing the broken window, felt like he was going to pass out.
You should know, when the glass window was installed, he had spent quite a bit of money.
This break would cost a fortune!
"Rong Yan, have you gone mad? Why are you smashing my house?" Rong Quansheng was furious, not having taken enough lessons from his father and brother, he rushed straight at her.
Seeing his youngest son charge forward, Rong Wenze hurriedly called out to his eldest son, "Quan Kun, what are you still doing here? Hurry up and help your younger brother."
With the house ruined like this by Rong Yan, he now had no more face to lose.
If he could, he himself would want to charge over again.
If one person couldn’t beat that wretched girl, surely so many of them could, couldn’t they?
Prodded by his own father’s shout, Quan Kun quickly turned around and then directly charged . . .
Watching the two men rushing at her, Rong Yan sneered coldly . . . she first kicked away the bigger one.
The other was pinned to the ground and brutally beaten by her.
The only members of the Rong Family still standing were Grandma Rong, who was almost fainting from anger, the disbelieving Rong Zhen, and . . . the terrified Rong Manman.



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