"An Nuonuo, I'll ask you again, will you agree or not!"
As soon as the recorder started playing, Zhou Liu and Zhang Yu couldn't help but sit up straight.
How could they not recognize their own daughter's voice?
An Nuonuo: "Sorry, I can't agree."
Zhou Shuyi: "An Nuonuo, don't play dumb, the slap this morning wasn't enough to scare you, huh."
An Nuonuo: "..."
Zhou Shuyi: "I'll have you know, my family is powerful. If you don't want your face wrecked and being beaten daily by my school gang, you better just agree.
With a million in cash, you can live very comfortably."
...
Even though he already knew about the bullying his daughter suffered.
But this 're-enactment' still enraged An Feng.
He immediately picked up the ashtray in front of him and hurled it at Zhou Liu.
With a bang, it hit him directly in the forehead.
His forehead split open, and blood gushed out.
"What are you doing?!" Zhang Yu stood up, both shocked and furious.
