Chen Yang approached Sun Dejiang.
Instantly, the old father, already mentally and emotionally exhausted, gave a start. He nervously twisted the hem of his clothes, his throat bobbing several times as he struggled to speak.
"Uncle." Chen Yang smiled. "May I see your daughter?"
"Ye—yes, you can." Sun Dejiang nodded. If this young man wasn't lying, he must have been the one who saved his daughter that day.
"Leave? Heh..." Zhu Kewen's mouth twisted into a hideous sneer. "Without my permission today, you little bastard, you're not going anywhere."
THUD.
Yang Hu struck with a flying kick, sending the viper-hearted woman tumbling to the ground. "One more word of nonsense, and I'll stomp you to death, you bitch."
In that instant, all the hairs on Zhu Kewen's body stood on end. What kind of person is this? Is he really going to kill me?
