But dare such a money-grubbing and nasty man call himself her father? It's a downright shameless act.
Thinking about this, Jing Yiren did something vulgar that she had never done before.
"O...Ptooey!" She spat on Jing Dezhen's face.
Jing Dezhen stared wide-eyed at Jing Yiren. He was disrespected like this for the first time in his life. He had never been humiliated like this in all his years.
In the past, whenever he got angry like this, Jing Yiren would shrink back in fear and agree to anything he said.
Was this girl trying to rebel today?
Jing Dezhen, his face alternating between red, green, and black in anger, raised his hand and slapped Jing Yiren across the face.
Jing Yiren didn't expect this 'fake' father to hit her. She was unprepared. She realised she wouldn't be able to dodge in time and instinctively shut her eyes tight.
"…" The anticipated pain did not come.
