Qiao Jiaying shrank her neck and said in a low voice, "Dad, I was cursing Jian Xi to a bad death..."
"The one before! The one about the homeless man!!"
"Nothing, really nothing..."
"Say it!" Qiao Yonghui roared. A serious injury takes a hundred days to heal, and he could now only get out of bed for light activities. Roaring too hard caused his chest to hurt!
Qiao Jiaying trembled, "Dad..."
"Let me say it!" Jian Xi smiled faintly, "President Qiao, your darling daughter was gang-raped by a group of homeless men because she was dressed too provocatively! Interviewing you now, how do you feel?"
Qiao Yonghui suddenly widened his eyes, staring at Qiao Jiaying, "Yingying, is what she's saying true?"
"Dad..."
Qiao Jiaying was on the verge of tears.
"Slap!" Qiao Yonghui swung his hand fiercely, delivering a solid slap to Qiao Jiaying's face, "Shameless!"
