Mu Shaoling looked at the young man in front of him, who was as articulate as ever, and his mind drifted back to when this kid was little, always able to talk his way out of anything.
"You're really not going to tell me, huh?"
"I really don't know."
"Alright then!"
Mu Shaoling picked up the whip beside him and charged forward.
Of course, he couldn't tolerate what Mu Huarong had done, but how to punish her was the Mu Family's affair; how could he let others interfere?
At first, he thought Huarong might be dead, but hearing this boy's tone, perhaps she wasn't.
But even if she wasn't dead, she probably wasn't well off either. She's his daughter, and whether it's the palm or the back of his hand, it's all flesh, no matter how bad she is, he can't bear to hurt her.
"You little brat!!"
Ye Haoyang did not dodge; he just stood there, letting him swing.
He harmed his daughter, so letting him strike a few blows was only fair.
"Dad!"
