Yun Ya clenched her fists, glancing around. If this guy dared lay a finger on her, she would indeed acknowledge his guts.
"No wonder my nephew is so smitten, your looks are truly not exaggerated. You're quite the beauty...." the man said as he walked toward Yun Ya, reaching out toward her shoulder.
Yun Ya's eyes narrowed, and with a swift move, she dodged his inappropriate touch, her voice laced with bone-chilling coldness, "Mr. Ning, please conduct yourself with dignity."
She didn't call him uncle; she went straight for 'Mr.'
How dare this lowlife make a move on her and do so without regard for the occasion. This man truly had no shame.
"Conduct myself? Conduct what? That swaying waist of yours, let uncle take good care of it, much better than Ning Zihuan ever could...." A kick landed on his back, and Ning Qinghua suddenly toppled forward. As Yun Ya dodged, Ning Qinghua's head hit the wall, making him cry out in pain, "Ouch, ouch!"
