The passionate music continued, and excited guests rushed to the stage and danced around Xia Ling.

Xia Lingxiu frowned slightly, slightly avoiding the proximity of the guests, and continued to sing the song dutifully.

The man smiled and stretched out his hand to touch Xia Ling. Xia Ling dodged and looked alert.

There was a roar under the stage one after another. Xia Ling endured her disgust and sang the last sentence.

He bowed to the audience, and Xia Ling was ready to leave.

But the man grabbed Xia Ling and said with a shy face, "don\'t go, beauty. Everyone hasn\'t had fun yet. Sing us another song and I\'ll help you dance?"

The strong wine smell sprayed on Xia Ling\'s face. Xia Ling pushed away the man with disgust, "I\'m sorry, sir, my task today has been completed."

She only needs to sing two songs, but the man seems to be going crazy here today.

"Finished what?"

The man didn\'t give up. "How much is a song you sing? I\'ll give you twice, not three times. As long as you make me happy tonight, my money will be paid in place."

"I\'m sorry, sir. I\'ll say it again. I\'ve finished my singing task today."

Xia Ling vigilantly put the wooden guitar on his chest, turned and walked back quickly.

"Stop, don\'t you dare not obey?"

The man grabbed Xia Ling\'s slender wrist and said fiercely, "do you know who I am? I\'m the young master of the Tang family. What\'s the matter with asking you to sing another song? Don\'t be shameless, otherwise it won\'t be as simple as singing tonight."

"Tang Shao, please pay attention. If you want to listen to music, please be early tomorrow."

Xia Ling wanted to break away, but she was dragged by someone, and her wrist was pinched to pain.

Fu Yunting was so cold that he looked at Zhou Yunting.

Haunted by men?

So why did she come here to sing?

The tall figure quickly walked towards the stage. Before he got close, he saw the figure of a man rush past and beat at the man without saying a word.

Fu Yunting\'s steps were slightly paused. When he saw the man\'s appearance clearly, his black eyes narrowed dangerously.

Jiang Lingyun?

He came to save the beauty?

On the stage, the man surnamed Tang was suddenly punched, wailed, wiped the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and looked at Jiang Lingyun fiercely.

"Who are you? Want to stand out for her? Where are the people? Are they all dead? You haven\'t come out when you see my young master beaten?"

At the command, several strong men rushed onto the stage and surrounded Xia Ling and Jiang Lingyun.

Jiang Lingyun protected Xia Ling behind him. He looked at the young master of the Tang family coldly and didn\'t flinch.

Xia Ling was so nervous that she hurried out from behind Jiang Lingyun. "Don\'t be angry, Tang Shao. You may have just returned home and don\'t know him. He is Jiang Lingyun, the little son of the Jiang family. Please forgive me for offending you just now."

This person looks not easy to provoke. She doesn\'t want Jiang Lingyun to get hurt for her coming out.

"What\'s wrong with the Jiang family? I\'m afraid of him."

The young master of the Tang family Pooh and stares at Xia Ling. "Why, is he your old friend? Well, I\'ve been abroad for a long time and I\'m more open-minded. Why don\'t we play together tonight and we\'ll write off this account."

"Tang, your mind is really dirty."

Jiang Lingyun strode forward with anger on his face and wanted to punch again.

The young master of the Tang family hurried back and scolded his entourage, "what are you still doing? If someone doesn\'t know how to look, hit him until he knows how to look."