Eh???
The voice on the other end of the earring sounded extremely serious, tinged with obvious anger and hostility, as if the person were speaking with a knife in hand.
Sure enough, the voice on the other end of the earring began to threaten menacingly:
"Listen, I don't care who you are. If you dare get close to my daughter, you'll have to get past the sword in my hand first!"
A pang of guilt hit Lloyd, and he quickly cut off the connection.
He felt the same guilt as a wild boar caught trying to gobble up the tender cabbage in someone's garden.
'Weiya's dad... He seems like a tough guy to get along with...'
In truth, from observing Weiya's usual words and actions, Lloyd had sensed that she came from a privileged background with a very strict upbringing. He could imagine that she must have stern parents.
After all, Weiya always stood perfectly straight and sat with impeccable posture. He had never even seen her slack off; she constantly presented the best version of herself.
