Bai Zhenhong's gaze darkened as he asked coldly, "What do you mean by this?" When had his son provoked Fan Shaoming again?
Fan Shaoming's gaze turned even colder, scrutinizing Bai Zhenhong as he said word by word, "Your precious elder son, Mr. Bai Feng, assaulted my wife yesterday. My wife struggled fiercely to preserve her innocence and prevent your cherished son from succeeding. These are the good deeds your son committed. I initially wanted to settle the score with Bai Feng. Yet, he acted like a tortoise in my presence, withdrawing entirely into his shell, refusing to stick his head out. I certainly can't bite his shell, can I? You really know how to raise your children: teaching your daughter to indulge in affairs and report them, and your son to dishonor another man's wife. You claim my wife hit your daughter and you want justice for your daughter, demanding my wife's hands be chopped off. Let me ask you, Bai, should I also cut off your son's mouth and his genitals?"
