"What's going on?" Han Chenglin roared in anger. His face was ashen.
He could not believe his eyes. His daughter, as well as the Young Master of Long Jiang Group, were sprawled on the floor. Clearly, someone had beaten them up.
He looked around the bathroom and his eyes fell on the two people who were standing.
"It's you?" Han Chenglin said through gritted teeth. His eyes flashed with a shocking viciousness.
Someone had beaten up his precious daughter in the Han family mansion, his home turf. That was a brazen challenge to his authority!
"You're here, Dad! He's the one who hit me! Look at my face, it's all swollen!" Han Lu struggled to get up from the ground, then shrieked while pointing at Tang Hao.
"You must avenge me, Dad! Bankrupt him and make him suffer!"
Han Chenglin's expression became even more unpleasant. "You sure have guts, kid! You dare to beat my daughter in my house?" He chided.
