You can't lay hands on Tang Guoqing of all people.
Still the same resolute, square face, eyes that shot beams like two sharp swords, directly targeting himself, the formidable presence accumulated from years in the bureaucratic field, all burst out in an instant.
"Why are you still standing here!"
Ye Tian didn't speak, for he didn't know what to say.
Another kick, again landing on Ye Tian's stomach. Ye Tian didn't dodge, nor did he try to shield himself forcefully; instead, he just took the kick squarely.
"I entrusted my daughter to you, what kind of damned nonsense is this that you're doing! You talk to me about happiness, is this the happiness you provide her? Is her happiness lying in bed poisoned? Bastard!"
This slap was intercepted by Shen Jingwei.
"What right do you have to talk about my second uncle?"
"Jingwei!"
