Tao Weicheng's hands were exhausted from fighting, so he straightened up and kicked the person on the ground hard one after another, "I'll beat you to death!"
Zhi Xing curled up and protected his head with both hands, neither begging for mercy nor making a sound.
"Pfft..." She felt a sweet sensation in her throat and spit out a mouthful of blood.
This mouthful of blood woke up Tao Weicheng.
Leng Yiyi still stood aside, motionless.
Yan Min regained consciousness, rushed over, pointed at the person on the ground, and screamed sharply, "Why don't you hit her?! Hit her quickly! Beat this murderer to death!"
Tao Weicheng frowned and stared at his daughter without moving for a long time.
"You won't fight, right? I'll do it!"
Yan Min was like an enraged beast, turning around and picking up a rock to throw it down.
"Mom!" Leng Yiran stopped her quickly, "That's enough, Zhi Xing already knows he was wrong."
"Yes! You are my son! This little bitch wants to kill your mother! Do you want to go after her too?!" Yan Min threw the stone away and ran back to the car crying.
Tao Weicheng gasped and stared at the people on the ground, "You bastard! Tell me, are you wrong or not?!"
Zhi Xing's face was red and swollen, and a piece of skin was rubbed off her forehead by the mud. She spit out the blood in her mouth, wiped the corners of her mouth, and got up, her eyes full of color, "I was wrong because I didn't
I should be cruel and kill her directly!"
Since her mother died, Zhixing has only herself. When she was most tolerant, she tried not to hate her father who sent her abroad. Today, Tao Weicheng didn't ask anything, rushed over and beat her up. She had already been beaten.
Her last trace of nostalgia was gone. Now, she has no time to accumulate any more bullshit tolerance!
Tao Weicheng's eyes were red, and he was filled with tenacity. He grabbed the barbecue fork on the ground and kept waving it, "Do you admit that you are wrong or not?!"
"I just recognized it! If you didn't hear it clearly, I can say it again." Zhixing sneered, his terrifying eyes falling on his father's hands, "If you touch me today, I will return it to that woman ten times!
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"I, I have to beat you to death today!" Tao Weicheng was so anxious by his daughter that he raised his fork and was about to swing it down without considering the consequences.
Suddenly, the fork was caught by Leng Yiyi.
"Uncle Cheng, don't hit her anymore." He said quietly, "Zhixing is a girl after all, so she can't be hit."
"So..." Tao Weicheng's nose twitched with guilt, "I'm sorry for you mother and son!"
"Uncle Cheng, I don't blame you." Leng Yiran glanced at Zhixing with a cold gaze, then supported Tao Weicheng and walked back, "Let's go back."
"Yes, yes, you must send your mother to the hospital for a check-up now!"
Tao Weicheng got into the car, tried hard to comfort Yan Min, and then drove away. Zhixing stood there, watching Leng Yiran pack his things hastily, then slammed the car door and opened the door.
Went away in the car.
From beginning to end, no one looked back at her.
Thinking she was air? Zhixing sneered, but it was just herself. She was used to it, wasn't she?
She put on her slippers, picked up the dirty coat on the floor, and put it on with great effort. Her chest hurt so much that Tao Weicheng's legs didn't use enough force, and it was eight or nine points. She really doubted whether that man was...
Her father! Hey, I really hope that she is the offspring of her mother’s affair, and that she has cuckolded her father and washed away all the blood on her body!