After all, it was a terrifying background that far exceeded her expectations.
「On the other side.」
In the Tang family's courtyard, Zhang Meilan's expression was grim as she looked at Tang Xuewu. Beside her, Tang De was so fraught with worry while brewing tea that he didn't even notice it overflowing from his cup.
Qin Long sat on a nearby chair, his face calm and composed. Tang Xuewu was sitting beside him.
"Your so-called 'good man' raised his fists to me right here in the Tang home," Zhang Meilan spat, her gaze icy. "Tang Xuewu, I truly wasted my time raising you!"
This time, it was Qin Long who had struck her. Since she was the victim, she was naturally brimming with confidence. As her words fell, a dead silence descended upon the courtyard.
"Not even my own parents have ever laid a hand on me, Zhang Meilan, in my entire life!" she shrieked, her voice rising. "And now some cripple on crutches dares to strike me! So, what are you all going to do about it?"
