"Dad, Ye Jian's wings have hardened." After some time in the car, Ye Ying said in a low voice, "She's not someone I can deal with now. Dad, if you don't want her to become stronger, you need to take action."
Ye Zhifan tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He looked at his daughter, who spoke harshly. A cold look flashed past his eyes. He rejected his daughter's suggestion mercilessly. "If you don't want to see her become stronger, you need to work hard, Ye Ying."
"Whether I will take on Ye Jian or not is an adult's matter. It has nothing to do with you. Also, you did the right thing today. I'm very glad."
Murder and arson… How could he let his daughter, who had a bright future ahead of her, touch anything illegal? He wouldn't even get involved with it. He would solve his problems using other people's hands whenever he could.
Very glad?
