"You dare to hit my daughter..." Lin Tongchuan first was stunned, then his face turned red with rage as he stood up, grabbed the teacup in his hand, and fiercely hurled it at Zheng Li.
Crash!!!
Since the distance was short and Lin Tongchuan's action decisive, the teacup struck Zheng Li squarely on the head.
Fortunately, the tea was no longer hot.
Still, even so, Zheng Li's forehead was dripping with blood, staining his glasses red, making him look incredibly ferocious.
"You old bastard, I'll kill you!" Zheng Li, in pain, stepped back before wiping the blood from his forehead and, roaring with rage, lunged towards Lin Tongchuan.
At the same time.
"Enough!" Lin Tonghai slammed his palm down on the coffee table hard, "If you want to make a scene, get out and do it!"
Suddenly, like a bucket of cold water was poured over them, both Lin Tongchuan and Zheng Li quieted down.
