Nian Shutong looked at the man in front of her—could he really be a good person?
Before she could comprehend, the man in the seat spoke.
"Take the young lady back to her room, let her reflect on her actions behind closed doors, and cultivate peacefully without my permission, she is not allowed to come out."
"Yes."
A senior woman had been standing by; she stepped forward, grabbed the young lady's arm, and no matter how the young lady struggled, it was futile.
"You're not my dad! You're not!"
"You liar, you promised my mom to take good care of me!"
The woman's words instantly infuriated the man in the seat; he abruptly stood up and in front of everyone, he slapped her.
"Slap!"
The crisp yet dull sound silenced everyone.
The young lady, who had been making a scene, was stunned; she didn't understand, why?
Before, he had always protected her; whenever she mentioned her mom, her dad would agree to anything she wanted.
Why?
