"Jianlin Liu, I will ask one more time, will you agree to Ruyan marrying Qingyuan tomorrow or not?" The black-gowned elder sneered while tightening his hands around Chaoyang's throat. Chaoyang looked at him in fear and was about to lose his breath.
Even though Chaoyang had learned some martial arts when he was younger, he was certainly weaker than the Black-gown elder. Now, he couldn't even do anything, as if he became a baby chicken.
Looking at the fierceness from the eyes of the black-gown elder, the poor and young Chaoyang freaked out. "Somebody, help me!" he yelled in fear.
As the young master of the Liu Family, he had been living an extravagant life and was always flattered by everyone. Now, he couldn't even stand this sudden suffering and horror.
Two bodyguards behind Chaoyang immediately rushed to the black-gown elder and tried to help him out.