Beiming Lingyun sat helplessly in the main seat, knowing that today he couldn't stop his sixth grandson.
Soon, two loud slaps were heard outside. When Beiming Qianqian was sent back, her face was swollen, and her luxuriously styled hair was in disarray.
Her eyes were dull, making her look particularly disheveled.
Perhaps Beiming Qianqian never imagined she'd find herself in such a situation, treated this way by her own nephew because of a young girl.
Lan Yunxin saw her mother being brought in and rushed over, fiercely kicking and hitting the bodyguards holding her.
The bodyguard let go, and Beiming Qianqian fell to the ground. If not for Lan Yunxin supporting her, she might have lain directly on the floor.
Beiming Lingyun stood up and looked around, then helplessly sat back down, letting out a heavy sigh.
