The old man was domineering. He had not even given a chance for his son to speak or let him know what he was doing here. In the split second, where he came with a completely red face full of rage, he just directly went to the clueless girl who was still trying to figure out the identity of this old man.
She had just stood up when she felt a sharp pain on her cheek, and an impact so powerful that her knees had gone weak and she had sat down on the chair.
"Dad!" Yang Che yelled and stepped forward to separate the girl from the old man when the old man grabbed Feng Jiaan's silky smooth hair in his hand and waved her head, as if she was a toy.
