Ning Xixi was too fatigued to speak. Honestly, even if the man before her had been called her father for over a decade, being hurt over and over again like this, whose heart isn't made of flesh? Who wouldn't feel pain?
Her eyes were full of scorn. "Even if I did it on purpose, so what?"
Ning Jingshen, his belly full of fire, expressed it with a slap.
But his hand, raised halfway, was caught by Ji Yebai!
Ji Yebai tightened his grip, clutching Ning Jingshen's wrist so hard that Ning Jingshen screamed in pain.
"Who gave you the right to hit her?" The voice, cold to the extreme, soaked Ji Yebai as if he were a warlord from Hell. The people around retreated in terror, not daring to step forward.
Ning Jingshen's expression twisted, "Let go, let go of me!"
Ji Yebai, disgusted, flung him away. "Touch her with your dirty hands again, and I will cripple your hands!"
The powerful and domineering threat made everyone listening tremble.
