He threatened her, "Xin Xiaoxiao, don't push me. I've got plenty of ways to deal with you."
He had just been infuriated to death by Lun Shujun at the hospital, so his fighting spirit was quite weak now.
He looked as if he was about to keel over from anger.
Facing her father's threat, Xin Xiaoxiao was not intimidated at all, "Hmph, don't push me either. Even if you have a son now and I'm dispensable to you, you wouldn't want to be labeled as the father who drove his daughter to death and be cursed for a lifetime, right?"
"You little beast." Xin Hailong cursed in anger, raising his hand once more.
This time, Xin Xiaoxiao neither dodged nor flinched but instead puffed out her chest and leaned in for him to hit, "Hit me, hit me, go ahead and hit..."
Xin Hailong's hand ached terribly, but he knew that striking her would make his heart ache even more.
After struggling for a while, he clenched his fist and put it down again.
