Amid Aunt Xiang's exclamation, there was no sound of a slap, and Ye Ling, who had raised her hand intending to grasp the falling hand, didn't let it down. Looking up, she saw her father standing in front of her, tightly holding onto her mother's hand that was about to strike.
"Bai Xue, you should stop this too. Whether I marry someone or not has nothing to do with you. We are divorced, and it has even less to do with Ye Ling. Ye Ling is right; you don't need to hit her. Aren't you just angry about my remarriage? If you're angry, direct it at me, there's no need to take it out on the child." After saying this, Ye He Ping forcefully released the hand he was holding.
