Despite the thunderous slap, He Lian Cheng maintained his head's position. Soon, several deep red marks appeared on his handsome left cheek, still He Lian Cheng's expression didn't change. He didn't even frown, he just lowered his head slightly, and said to his mother in a low tone. "Mother, calm down, I know I'm in the wrong here."
"Do you?" Madam He tore off her son's collar, revealing his firm and hard chest, and seeing the blood-clotted wound on his chest, she said with hatred. "You can say whatever you want about that woman, but can you see the danger she can cause? Where's she? Why did you even get hurt? You know what, I can see that you have forgotten how your father died and the oath you made at his grave!"
"I haven't forgotten, mother." Although He Lian Cheng's tone was low, there was an unspeakable perseverance. "I've never forgotten father's hatred for a moment."
