The steel-forged table made a loud clang, and the smooth, shiny surface instantly dented into a large pit. The buzzing sound left Chi Zhenghong feeling dizzy, his whole body slightly numb.
Chi Zhenghong had no doubt that if he were not Chi Jingxuan's father, that punch from Chi Jingxuan just now would not have landed merely on the table.
"So what? So, you held her hostage for all those years because of me? Even so, you wouldn't let her go?"
The voice was low, yet tinged with a furious rage, and Chi Jingxuan's gaze pierced Chi Zhenghong like countless poison-tipped daggers.
"I pleaded with her, I said I regretted it, that we shouldn't divorce, that we could live happily as we did before, but she wouldn't agree."
Speaking loudly, Chi Zhenghong looked helpless, "During that time, Wang Lin pressured me every day for a divorce, saying Jing Ming was growing up and always being mocked as an illegitimate child, and people looked down on her and so on. I was just about fed up with it..."
