"Baili Xi, for an outsider, you're even reprimanding your own son. It seems you're determined to stand by this Jiang, isn't that so?"
At that moment, the grief-stricken Chai Rong finally regained his composure.
With the support of a few bodyguards, he shakily got up, struggling, and glared viciously at Baili Xi as he questioned him.
Baili Xi frowned: "Young Master Chai, this is a family affair and doesn't seem to involve you!"
"Not involved?"
Chai Rong almost exploded with rage!
He bared his teeth, pointing at Jiang Feng: "This bastard just kicked me to a cripple, and you tell me it doesn't involve me? Damn it, I won't be able to touch a woman in the future, and you'll compensate me?"
Baili Xi's face turned even more grim.
This morning, when Chai Rong came to visit accompanied by his second granddaughter Baili Li, he behaved quite well and left a good impression, which led him to reluctantly agree to Baili Li's relationship with him.
