"Ying Qingcang, don't forget that I'm still your father!" Ying Hao exclaimed. He was so incensed at that point that he could barely remain upright.

"I don't have a father like you," Ying Qingcang said in a voice so cold that it would bring goosebumps to anyone's skin. Still kneeling on the floor, Rong Xiao's sobs became even louder. Ying Hao raised his walking stick in the air, fully intending to strike Ying Qingcang. Just like that, the house had turned into a state of utter ...