Han Cihui stared somberly at his mother. "Mom, are you really my mother?"
Zhang Xiuying pouted, feeling all wronged. "Because I'm your mother, I told Jun to hit your face, instead of chopping your leg!"
Just based on Han Yuanjun's ruthlessness and his temperament, Han Cihui could really lose his arms and legs!
Han Yuanjun dragged Han Cihui outside and really didn't hold back. He raised his hand and punched Han Cihui in the face.
Han Cihui staggered back a step. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Third Brother, are you really serious?"
Han Yuanjun raised his hand and punched him again. "Did you think I was playing around with you?"
"Puff..." Han Cihui's teeth loosened from the punch. His temper rose slightly. "Third Brother, I'm telling you, if you attack me ag-"
