Seeing Li Yifei, Wang Shoucheng paused for a moment, feeling like he had seen this man somewhere before, but he couldn't recall. Perhaps it's because he had seen too many people; it's inevitable to meet someone who looks familiar. However, Wang Shoucheng quickly determined that he didn't know him because the man showed no change in expression upon seeing him.
No, it shouldn't be said that there was no change. At least, the guy looked at him with what seemed to be disdain, his lips slightly curled, tightly pressed together, eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a coldness... Wang Shoucheng finished analyzing this within a few seconds.
"Dad, sob, sob, it's him, he hit me!" Wang Lizhen quickly clung to Wang Shoucheng's arm, wiping her tears and complaining as she cried for real because Li Yifei had not held back with that slap. At this moment, Wang Lizhen's face was burning painfully, as if it was on fire.
