"I didn't want to get involved with this matter, but since it happened at Yueming Hall, I have to take charge. I can't allow her to waste Grandfather's blood and sweat," Yu Gangan expressed firmly.
Song Chabai peeked out again, like a doll, "Apart from releasing the video just then, we will also be calling the police."
"Yu Gangan, must you be that ruthless?! Let me tell you, if you dare..." He Wanxin wanted to threaten Yu Gangan, but her father quickly cut her off angrily, "Shut your mouth!"
Without holding back, he threw a slap across He Wanxin's face, "You little wench! You did something wrong, yet you haven't learned your lesson. What happened to everything I taught you?"
This slap was much harder than Yu Gangan's, so a blood-red handprint immediately appeared on He Wanxin's face.
