Pei Yibai's expression darkened further. To think the Ling Family dared to act this way right under his nose, they must be tired of living.
Who even gave them the nerve to strike first?
He picked up Xu Jinhang, "Son, does it still hurt?"
Pei Yibai rarely asked his son so tenderly. This time, due to their oversight, the child got hurt, and Pei Yibai had to reflect on it.
Seeing his father being so kind, Xu Jinhang was a bit taken aback.
He shyly buried his head in Pei Yibai's shoulder, speaking softly, "It doesn't hurt that much."
Song Weiyi held her eldest son's hand, her face looking grim.
She only believed that her son was trying to comfort them.
Such a red and swollen wound, how could it not hurt? Who would believe that?
Seeing this, Pei Yibai put his other arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry, if I can't seek justice for them like this, I would be unworthy of being their father."
