The look on Ming Jian's face turned darker when he observed his daughter's reaction. His eyes flashed with a dangerous glare as he turned his gaze toward Chen Tian, his anger unmistakable. Killing intent flashed in his eyes as he gazed at Chen Tian.
"Who are you?" His tone was cold and threatening.
Ming Jian stepped forward decisively, his hand moving towards the sword hanging by his side without any delay.
Yes, a damn sword; coming from a martial arts family, Ming Jian liked to keep a sharp sword on him at all times.
So it wasn't weird for him to have a sword on his waist.
"W-Wait, Dad!" Ming Ming, who had unexpectedly seen her dad pull his sword out of its sheath, stepped between her father and Chen Tian. A panicked expression was on her face.
"Little Ming, move out of the way," Ming Jian growled, his eyes fixed on Chen Tian, wanting to kill him.
