Hearing his daughter's voice, Ye Fei felt as if he had been struck a heavy blow.
The cold wind brushed past, but Ye Fei was calmer than he had ever been before.
It was just that his eyes, fierce as those of a tiger, were filled with raging anger.
"Wang Yan, if you dare to touch my child again!"
"I'll make sure you'll never see tomorrow's sun!"
Wang Yan burst into loud laughter, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"You're negotiating terms with me?"
"Ye Fei, if you value your daughter's life, come and find me immediately."
"If you're even a moment too late, be careful your daughter might not survive!"
"Oh, and I did touch your daughter, what can you do about it?"
The sound of slapping echoed.
Wang Yan was hitting Little Ye left and right.
Then.
Dudu dudu...
The call was hung up.
The storm winds.
The storm winds were howling.
Ye Fei's blood vessels were throbbing.
Boom!
A muffled sound came from the sky.
It seemed as if it was about to rain.
