Hou Zexian wanted to close the door, but Hou Shihong seemed to have already guessed what he was going to do. He quickly squeezed his hand into the crack of the door. As soon as the door closed, his hand was caught in the crack causing him to wince in pain.
"Hou Zexian!" Hou Shihong scolded Hou Zexian until he almost lost his mind. The veins on his forehead stood out and his face contorted. "Wake up! No matter what, you have to hand this child over to me! Right now, Han Yuanjun has let your brother go, but do you think everything will continue to be fine like this? Let me tell you, if we don't hand over the child now, Han Yuanjun will deal with our Hou Family! How many rich families have already fallen into his hands? Do you want our Hou Family to follow in the footsteps of those families?"
No matter how cold Hou Zexian was, Hou Shihong was still his father. He had no choice but to open the door and let his father in.
