"My daughter isn't dead and you fucking didn't tell me sooner?" Shen Zhe shouted.
These words from Shen Zhe stunned Mu Wanqing and Shen Yiran, for in all those years, Mu Wanqing had hardly heard Shen Zhe swear even once, and Shen Yiran had never heard it at all.
Even Lin Tian laughed. Right now, Shen Zhe was dressed in a shirt and tie, with leather shoes on his feet, and a cup of fine red wine on the table. Such a distinguished gentleman uttering a curse like "fucking" seemed funny and interesting to Lin Tian.
"Why the hell are you shouting!" Mu Wanqing also yelled, "Our daughter is now captured by the Wang Family. That Wang Zhenchuan is a pervert, a spoiled scion. If he did anything to our daughter, she definitely won't keep living. If she does something foolish again, she won't be as lucky as today!"
