Step by step, Nian Junting approached him with a cold face. The last time he wanted to punch his father so much was when he had hurt Murong Cheng.
"Young Master…" Xie hurriedly stood before Nian Qingyun and said, "Director had me inform you once he found out the truth. He really does not want you to get hurt."
"I'm sorry. You have already caused harm to me. Tell me, how are you gonna make it up to me?" Nian Junting turned to avoid Xie. His entire body still radiated anger.
"Make it up?" Nian Qingyun paused for a second.
"Yes." Nian Junting pressed his fist and cracked his joints. "We can do a little father-and-son battle. Didn't you like that the most when I was little? Or, you can give Luosang that jade pendant that was passed down from our ancestors. Then, I won't battle you."
