He had a square, chubby face, a big belly, and a face covered in fierce-looking flesh, with a gold chain hanging around his neck.
He was dressed head to toe in designer brands, though they were all common labels, nothing particularly rare.
The man looked familiar. Even Tang Ru recognized him.
"Husband, isn't this Teacher Zhao's disciple? I forgot his name. Let me look him up."
As she spoke, Tang Ru hurriedly took out her phone and searched. She quickly found the answer.
"Right, right, right. He's one of Teacher Zhao's disciples. His name is Song Feng. He's performed quite a few skits with Teacher Zhao's team and is one of Teacher Zhao's more famous disciples."
Jiang Siming didn't care. It didn't matter who the man was. What mattered was that he had hit his brother-in-law.
At that moment, Tang Song was still arguing with Song Feng.
"Kid, you're out of luck. Today happens to be the perfect day for me to accept a disciple. Your brother tricked my new disciple, so if I, his master, don't step in, how am I supposed to teach him?"
As Song Feng spoke, he raised his hand and tried to slap Tang Song several more times. The followers gathered behind him watched gleefully.
"You think you're worthy of accepting disciples? What can you teach anyone? How to act like an idiot or recite poetry?"
Jiang Siming's voice came from behind him.
Song Feng flew into a rage. He turned around and roared, "Who said that? Grab him and bring him over!"
His followers immediately surrounded Jiang Siming, who was wearing a mask. Tang Ru obediently stepped back, not wanting to interfere with her man standing up for them.
With Jiang Siming wearing a mask, they had no idea who he was.
Song Feng