Han Lan's puzzlement vanished from her eyes as she furrowed her brows, about to scold, but Wang Dahai stepped in front of the two elderly people before she could.
"What's your relationship with Han Lan?"
The two elders were frightened by his fierce demeanor and stammered without speaking for quite some time.
"Damn it!"
Wang Dahai cursed and then turned to the two young people in their twenties, "Are you Han Lan's relatives?"
The middle-aged man who had opened the door finally came to his senses, hurried forward, shielded the two young people behind him, and attempted to push Wang Dahai away, "Who are you? Who let you in?"
Wang Dahai grabbed his arm, and without another word, raised his hand and delivered several slaps to both sides of his face.
With a couple of smacks, he saw stars.
This sudden violence scared everyone in the house.
Even Director Han was scared.
The man's face stung fiercely as he clutched it and said, "You, why are you hitting people!"
