"Are you holding a grudge against us and deliberately let Ziyi get beaten by his dad!"
Yuan Li's shrill voice, like fingernails screeching on a chalkboard, was piercing, making Luo Baoling's heart pound.
And the drunken Ding Ziyi was also fueled by her words into a rage.
Reeking of alcohol, he staggered as he walked, while Luo Baoling still maintained the posture of having been slapped by Yuan Li, leaning to one side, covering one side of her face while standing.
Ding Ziyi approached, grabbed a handful of her hair, and demanded, "Is that so? Did you do it on purpose?"
"No, I didn't."
Luo Baoling was terrified and denied it without thinking, fearing that even a moment's hesitation would invite a beating from Ding Ziyi.
Her hair hurt terribly being yanked by him, and Luo Baoling had no choice but to bring her head closer to Ding Ziyi's hand to alleviate the pain.
However, Yuan Li continued to fan the flames.
