"You!"
Mr. Qi's voice boomed, sharp and full of outrage.
"Okay, that's enough. Xiao Feng, you should say less, and Jingxuan, don't get too excited." Mrs. Qi hurriedly intervened, sensing the thickening tension in the room.
She placed a hand on her husband's chest, patting him lightly as if to signal for him to calm down, to take a breath before things spiraled further. The atmosphere was already charged, and Song Chengfeng's bold confession seemed to have pushed Mr. Qi to the brink.
Mr. Qi, however, was not easily appeased. His eyes flared with indignation as he glared at Song Chengfeng. "Ling'er, don't stop me," Mr. Qi scowled, his voice filled with frustration.
"This brat just boldly declared he wants to steal our daughter from us! How old is Jianyi? How old is this brat? Outrageous!"
