Seeing the astonished look in Chen Dashan's eyes, Liu Qianqian let go of his arm.
She frowned and said, "Deng Biao, that useless wretch, is supposedly the heir my father picked out. Back then I just thought he was kind to me, honest and reliable. He used to be at my beck and call, but now that my dad's getting older and has less and less control over things, this waste of space has started to brazenly play around with women, completely disregarding me."
"I'm well aware that if it weren't for my dad, I'd be the first person he'd come after."
After all, a man being dominated by a woman for too long will sooner or later retaliate.
Dashan pondered, feeling indignant on behalf of Liu Qianqian. He had intended to find a son-in-law, but it turned out he had raised a hungry wolf instead.
"Don't worry. As long as I'm here, my dad won't lay a finger on you," he assured her.
