Old Sir Murong's anger and unwillingness were fully witnessed by Chen Feng, and Murong Xue felt them too.
"Grandfather, there is no need for you to say this,"
Murong Xue cautiously began.
Slap.
Without any warning, Lin Zhenglong gave Murong Xue a slap across her left cheek.
"Unworthy descendant, you're finished, and so is your entire family. Don't blame me for being heartless."
Lin Zhenglong said coldly.
Murong Xue covered her face, her eyes misting over, but she held back her tears.
Chen Feng by her side, however, became angry.
"You will pay a price for this slap, I swear."
Chen Feng said with a heavy voice.
"You? You should worry more about how you'll get through this, huh, Fuyao Group can't do whatever it wants in the Imperial Capital."
Lin Zhenglong said disdainfully.
"In half a month, I will make you and your entire family kneel before me and beg,"
Chen Feng said sternly.
He seldom spoke so seriously.
