"Sorry, friend, but you're scaring her. She doesn't have time to have a drink with you, so please leave." Shen Haoran took a quick step forward, shielding Han Xu behind him as he spoke with a smile.
When Shen Haoran blocked his view, Ouyang Shaoyu's brow furrowed. He shifted his gaze to the man he had been ignoring and said with displeasure, "Where did you come from, you blind fool? Do you have any right to speak here? It's none of your damn business when I'm picking up women. Get lost, or you'll be sorry!"
With that, Ouyang Shaoyu reached out to toss Shen Haoran aside. In his eyes, Shen Haoran was just a Tier Two Spirit Marquis; throwing him away would be as easy as swatting a fly!
However, just as his hand was about to reach Shen Haoran, it was caught firmly in his grip.
"You really have no manners. Is this how the Fallen Valley educates its disciples?" Shen Haoran asked nonchalantly, still holding Ouyang Shaoyu's hand.
