"If you dare to have any designs on my father, I will not let you off!" Beitang Ting had reached such a point of error, he didn't want to continue this way.
This was his father. In the past, he had harbored resentment toward his father, using his own happiness as a bet. However, over these ten years, he deeply realized that his father had found him such a perfect wife; it was only that he didn't know how to cherish her.
"Beitang Ting, we're on the same boat now! The only way to preserve our lives is to leverage the master! You know very well what kind of a demon your son truly is! If he finds out the truth, he won't let us go!" Ling Mei released her hands from her chest and looked at Beitang Ting, her gaze fiercely intense.
"Ling Mei! My father has become like this, and you dare speak so sarcastically here? Get out of here right now!" Beitang Ting walked up to Ling Mei, filled with disgust, pulled her hand, and dragged her out, the door slamming shut!
