346: C346 Anger Is Not Contested

C346 Anger Is Not Contested

The guests in the yard were either relatives of the An clan or old friends of the An clan. These people more or less knew something about Ann Huabiao.

Under so many gazes, Elder An didn't know what to do. His face was as red as blood as he stood there trembling.

Ren Qianyuv shook his head helplessly when he saw that Ren Qianyuv was about to die. He pointed his finger at Ren Qianyuv's back and a cool and refreshing Qi entered Liu Ming's body.

Elder An suddenly trembled as he recovered. He braced himself and walked forward, forcefully maintaining his calm as he nodded slightly to the crowd.

"Wait a minute, Ann Huabiao, he even said that you wouldn't come here to cause trouble, but who would come here to wish you a happy birthday celebration?"

At this time, Ann Rui called out to him once again. His face was full of mockery and amusement, as if his father was making things difficult for him.

"That's true, after all, he had come from a small place and couldn't come up with any proper gifts, so it was understandable."

Elder An's expression once again stiffened. After some hesitation, he took out an emerald carved buddhist hand from his bag.

Buddha is similar to the gospel. It is regarded as auspicious. It is an allegory of many blessings and many longevity.

This buddhist hand was sparkling and transparent, and its workmanship was also extremely intricate. It must have been crafted by a master, and could be said to be flawless. Just by looking at it, one could tell that it was quite valuable.

As descendants of the birthday, the gifts they had prepared had been given to the old tutor in person at the very last moment of the banquet.

Ann Rui had obviously been on guard against him, not giving him any chance at all.

Seeing such a beautiful jade buddhist hand, a strange look flashed across Ann Rui's eyes. He said flatly, "Ann Huabiao, an ordinary buddhist hand!"

Anne did not understand the meaning behind Ann Rui's words. However, she was angered by Ann Rui's attitude. Her eyebrows twitched and she was about to flare up, but Elder An glared at her viciously.

After handing the gift to Ann Rui, Elder An and Ren Qianyuv casually walked to an empty table in the yard and sat down.

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, Ann Rui followed up and spoke out to stop them.

"Is this a place where you can sit?" Did he not know his own identity? Someone! Bring them a small square table and three Mazas! "

One of the servants acknowledged immediately, turned around and left quickly.

When the other guests heard this, their expressions immediately became extremely strange. Some of them couldn't help but sigh. Ann Rui was too ruthless in his actions.

Ren Qianyuv frowned. He was bullied for being kind, but was ridden for being kind.

He didn't expect that the An clan was actually planning on playing tricks on them.

Inviting the three of them in wasn't because the An clan forgave Elder An, but it was because they wanted to use a different method to continue humiliating him.

Moreover, since Elder An had been humiliated, he couldn't easily resist.

Resistance was destruction of the birthday banquet, disrespect to the Old Master, disrespect to the An clan.

If he didn't resist, Ren Qianyuv would have guessed correctly that Ann Rui would become even stronger and find a way to cause trouble for Elder An.

The An clansmen were holding on to Elder An tightly, unable to escape from their grasp.

Although Ren Qianyuv had seen through everything, he would not act rashly.

Maybe it was Zhou Yu who was too overbearing, one was willing to fight, the other was willing to take it.

Elder An was willing to endure, but he was too lazy to take the lead as well.

Anne, on the other hand, could not remain calm. She looked at her grandfather angrily and pinched his arm a few times, angering him for not fighting.1

However, Elder An maintained an awkward smile, as if this didn't make him feel humiliated.

Elder An's heart was still filled with guilt. He blamed himself for everything, blamed himself for being young and reckless.

In the end, he still believed himself to be a part of the An family.

Time passed in this awkward atmosphere. That servant of the An clan moved quickly. His head was covered with sweat as he carefully put down a folding table and three Mazas before leaving.

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