Mr. Su was furious, so angry that his hair was practically standing on end.
"This brat is clearly just trying to go against me, utterly intolerable."
With anger anchored in his Dantian, before An Yingming had a chance to react, Mr. Su's broom had already made contact with his head.
His neatly combed hair was instantly messed up, looking like a bird's nest, and what made him grit his teeth was that the broom had truly hurt him.
An Yingming couldn't help but want to curse, but he held it back deeply.
"Hey, Old Su, what are you doing? If the child is wrong, you talk to him, but you shouldn't hit him."
A black sedan stopped at the entrance of the Su Family, and An Pei stretched his neck, impatiently shouting from the car window.
From afar, he had already seen the situation here and was incredibly anxious.
