Li Fengzhu was slightly taken aback, then immediately withdrew his right hand.
The pressure on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an almost natural-looking apology.
"I was merely teaching an unruly junior a lesson just now and lost my composure for a moment. My apologies."
His tone was calm, but upon closer inspection, his right wrist was already slightly red and even faintly swollen.
"Manager Li, he is my friend."
Yang Fan's tone remained calm and even.
The moment those words fell, the atmosphere changed instantly.
Li Fengzhu's gaze narrowed slightly.
The next moment, he stepped forward and helped Li Tianheng up from the floor.
His movements even carried a hint of natural ease.
Then, Li Fengzhu reached out and patted Li Tianheng on the head.
"This child has my blood flowing through him."
"It's just that his talent is somewhat lacking, and he isn't steady enough in his actions."
"If he has offended Young Master Yang in any way, I will apologize on his behalf."
As he spoke, he casually straightened Li Tianheng's collar.
Then he turned around and gave Yang Fan a slight bow.
His posture was exceedingly humble, even carrying a trace of deliberate ingratiation.
At that moment, Li Tianheng was completely stunned, his mind utterly blank.
What had happened?
Why could he not understand any of this?
Yang Fan did not say anything else. He merely waved a hand casually. "Arrange a private room."
"Certainly, Young Master Yang. This way, please."
Li Fengzhu immediately stepped aside and made an inviting gesture.
"The room with the best view on the top floor has already been prepared for you."
Yang Fan glanced at Li Tianheng, who was still standing where he was.
He reached out, grabbed him, and led him upstairs.
Watching Yang Fan's back disappear at the