Ling Ruonan, listening to everyone's gossip, felt an unceasing fury churning within her heart. Her chest heaved dramatically and she could no longer suppress her emotions. She charged forward and punched Ling Jinghang and was about to continue hitting him when she was restrained by the police.
Her eyes were nearly splitting with rage, her face flushing red and her legs kicking wildly in the air, "Let go of me, I want to beat this scum who distorts the truth to death!"
Ling Jinghang, holding his struck face, looked at Ling Ruonan with anger, mixed with a disappointment that bordered on hatred for her not turning out the way he'd hoped, "Nannan, you've disappointed me greatly. I am your father, and yet you strike your own father, are you not afraid of being struck by lightning?"
"Yes, how can one raise a hand against their own father?"
"This is an unforgivable sin. If my daughter dared to hit me, I would break her hands."
