"Hit me, why don't you? Why aren't you hitting me?" Qiao An taunted coldly. "If you actually dare to hit me, I might even respect you as a real man."
Ji Zhicheng's entire body trembled with fury, his face flushed crimson like a ticking time bomb about to explode. "I'm your father!"
"My father is Bo Wenze, not a scumbag like you!"
"Honey, who is this?" A coquettish mistress walked up, clinging to his arm possessively and glaring at Qiao An with hostility.
Qiao An sneered. "Some habits never change, huh? Is this Xiaosi or Xiaowu?"
"How can you be so filthy-mouthed?" The mistress stomped her foot in indignation, acting as if she had suffered a massive grievance. Hugging Ji Zhicheng, she whined pitifully, "Honey, look at her!"
Lu Meng covered her eyes with one hand, unwilling to witness this obnoxious scene.
Qiao Ran let out a sigh, pulling Qiao An back. "Qiaoqiao, let's go."
"Okay, Mom."
