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After hearing the nameLei Zhen, Rose frowned. She was upset because she knew who he was and his authority over this area.

Yang Chen took notice of Roses change in expression but chose to remain silent. He also omitted any explanation to Old Li even though the latter was quivering uncontrollably. Instead, he asked out of concern, “Old Li, sorry I wasnt there when you were admitted to the hospital for a surgery. I didnt want to intrude. How are you feeling now?”

In the past, Li Jingjing took it upon herself to raise money for Old Lis tumour resection. Yang Chen remembered that Lin Ruoxi paid a visit to Old Li but he didnt.

Old Li didnt know how to respond. So with a bitter smile, he said, “I have completely recovered. However, there were certain things that couldnt be fixed however minor they were. Enough of that! Stop talking and leave while you still can!”

Old Li met Lin Ruoxi when he was in the hospital. Even though they chatted for a short period of time, he had gotten to know Lin Ruoxi enough to form a lasting impression. Old Li knew that Rose wasnt Yang Chens wife. Therefore she must be one of Yang Chens women. But to him, as long as it wasnt his daughter, he turned a blind eye towards it.

Yang Chen shook his head slightly and walked to up to Old Lis stall before picking up several skewers of lamb. He laughed and said, “I havent grilled meat in a while. How nostalgic. Do you mind if I help myself to a few of these meat skewers before Lei Zhen arrives?”

Old Li was at his breaking point. He sighed heavily knowing that there was nothing else he could do to persuade Yang Chen to leave. All he could do now was worry.

Their conflict drew the attention of many of the passersby. Most of them—especially those who knew Xi Pi—hurried past the group in fear. They tried to flee as quick as possible in order not to get caught up in the mess. Many of them even felt sorry for Yang Chen and Rose.

But despite the majority that fled the scene, a handful of people had the courage to wait and watch. It was nighttime. They relied on the darkness to not be spotted.

After approximately five minutes, there was rustling sound from the end of the street followed by a loud clamour. It seemed as though a large crowd was headed their way.

As the people gathered, the spectators began to leave. Even though they were curious, watching the commotion wasnt worth the risk of being caught in the middle.