Zhao Meixue was bleeding profusely from the punch, but she bit her lips tightly and said nothing.
At that moment, the door was opened and then Nangong Chuan, carrying a briefcase, quickly walked in. As soon as he saw Zhao Meixue whose face was covered by blood, he flew into a rage and rushed over.
"Meixue, what's going on? Are you okay?"
With an aching heart, he looked up at Nangong Yunyi in anger. "Nangong Yunyi, I didn't expect you were so daring! How dare you beat up your mom? I am going to call the police to arrest you. From now on, I, Nangong Chuan, don't have a son!"
When Nangong Chuan said this, no one stopped him but just quietly listened.
But Grandfather Nangong's face was full of disappointment. He was thoroughly disappointed in his son.
"If you weren't Nangong's Dad, I would have been rude to you!" Hong Luan clenched her fists and her eyes were full of killing intent.
