This time, it was An Siting who called for help.
An Siting was equally shocked.
He couldn't believe that Nan Yan would treat her own biological father this way!
Had she gone mad?
An Yaoqing gritted his teeth and endured the pain. "You, my wicked daughter, how dare you lay hands on me!"
Nan Yan retorted, "What do you expect when you charge at me, intending to strike? Do you think I wouldn't defend myself?"
With defiant eyes and a cold, ruthless demeanor, Nan Yan continued, "It seems you never took seriously the things you said to me."
"It's my fault for not giving you a profound lesson. How else would you remember?"
After speaking, she released An Yaoqing's arm and kicked him away.
An Yaoqing fell to the floor in a sorry state. The kick to his chest left him in excruciating pain, not just physically but mentally as well.
What terrified him the most, however, was Nan Yan's aura at that moment.
