Fan Shaoming was not flattered by that honorific of a virtuous nephew; it nauseated him.
Nodding his head, Fan Shaoming cooperated and replied, "Indeed, it's about time to seek justice for one's own child."
Bai Zhenhong's sneer deepened, "In that case, please invite your wife over so that I can seek justice for my daughter." He planned to harshly slap Su Xiaoyue right in front of Fan Shaoming.
"Certainly. But could President Bai also bring your daughter here to confront my wife face to face? If it turns out my wife did hit someone, I have nothing to say. However, if Miss Bai deserves to be slapped, then I must defend my own," Fan Shaoming sat up straight, his dark eyes intensely meeting Bai Zhenhong's sinister gaze.
