Rong Tianshi's hand clutched the envelope tightly, his eyes ablaze with fury. He bellowed at Wang Song, "You beast! Who allowed you to touch Rong Qi? No matter what, she's still my daughter. Where do you place me in all this! The state you're in now is entirely your own doing! You deserve it!"
Wang Qing shielded Wang Song with concern, "Tianshi, even if Song made a mistake, he's in this state now. Please don't blame him anymore. I beg you."
Rong Tianshi gritted his teeth, then turned to Zhuang Ling, "Mr. Zhuang, this matter was caused by Wang Song's own actions, and it has nothing to do with me. I had no idea. Could you please take me to meet Mr. Shen? I need to explain to him. This has nothing to do with the Róng family. Please ask him to spare the Róng family!"
