Luo Shanchuan was in agonizing pain, feeling as if his entire arm had gone numb.
But even so, he gritted his teeth against the pain and said, "Mom, even if you beat me to death today, my words remain the same!"
"The villa belongs to Mo Han, and no one has the right to deal with it!"
"Dad!"
Seeing her father wincing in pain, Luo Ning hurriedly turned around, her heart aching as she took his arm and gently wiped it.
At that moment, she would rather have been the one taking the beating.
Yang Meifeng's face also turned extremely uncomfortable, after all, Luo Shanchuan was her husband. How could the old lady beat him like this – wasn't there any justice left!
Yet, for all those years, Yang Meifeng had been utterly suppressed by the old lady, and all she could do now was look on with resentful eyes, unable to speak a word.
