Watching Hua Fengchen reach out to touch Shen Youling's face right in front of Lin Tang, everyone was stunned. Isn't this going a bit too far? He's completely disregarding her husband.
Yet, no one intervened to stop him. On one hand, Hua Fengchen was an acquaintance, while Lin Tang was a total stranger. Besides, they all felt that Lin Tang was unworthy of Shen Youling—a total waste, like a beautiful flower planted in cow manure. Hua Fengchen and Shen Youling, on the other hand, are a perfect match, like a golden couple made in heaven.
Shang Yuenong sneered. If Lin Tang still had his martial arts, I might actually be worried for Hua Fengchen. But now that he's a cripple, what can he do but glare helplessly?
"You're courting death!" Lin Tang's eyes turned glacial.
Just as he was about to chop the man's hand off, Shen Youling took a step back, gripping Lin Tang's arm tightly and leaning her head affectionately on his shoulder.
