Duan Qianming suddenly strode forward, yanked up his son's collar, and his expression turned deadly serious.
"What did you just say? Rong Qi? You're saying the person who crippled you is Rong Qi?" Duan Qianming questioned.
Duan Qianming pulled out his phone and found a long-buried photo. He showed it to Duan Shujie and asked, "Is this her?"
Duan Shujie looked at the photo with a dull expression, nodding, and responded, "Yes, it's her. What's the matter, Dad?"
"You imbecile! Are you trying to get our whole family killed?" Duan Qianming yelled and slapped his son's face. The foreboding feeling in Duan Qianming's heart was realized.
Duan Shujie held his cheek, looking incredulously at his father, and asked, "What's the big deal about Rong Qi? Isn't she just a country bumpkin? Even if she is the daughter of the Rong family, she's no threat. She crippled me, and you're hitting me?!"
