Wu Mingde was unmoved by his daughter's curses and insults.
He clenched his fists tightly; if not for the presence of many villagers around.
He would definitely have charged at Xia Liu.
Of course, he might have died before even reaching Xia Liu.
"Xia Liu, do you really have to be so heartless?" Wu Mingde roared angrily, discarding his subservient demeanor.
"What ties do I have with you?"
Xia Liu felt inexplicably amused—it must be only the second time he had met this man, and yet here he was, talking about being heartless. If he had a daughter like a fairy, then maybe there could be some emotional connection.
But your daughter is not even as good as a pig, and you're talking about ties?
"Very well, very well! If I can't live, neither will you!" Unable to hold back any longer, Wu Mingde pointed directly at Xia Liu.
