Huang Jianxin's anger had reached a bottleneck, looking at Yang Dahai with a darkened face, "Uncle Yang, who exactly is this person? Just say it outright, even if you don't agree with me, you wouldn't just find someone random to slap my face, right?"
His voice was quite loud, having recklessly pierced through the thin layer of pretense.
Everyone turned to look, as many had previously regarded him as Yang Dahai's son-in-law. But now it seemed things were not as simple.
This also placed Yang Dahai in a predicament, forcing him to make a choice. If he acknowledged it, he would offend Huang Jianxin, and if he did not, it would seem like he was giving Huang Jianxin another chance to persist.
