"Worthy of me?" Ouyang Yan sneered coldly. "Dad, Xiao Yihe must have been filling your head with nonsense, making you strip your own daughter of any worth. I used to think you brought me to Binhai City to train me, but now it's clear—you never believed I could accomplish anything from the start."
"You!" Ouyang Xiong clutched his chest with one hand, panting heavily, as if on the brink of fainting from anger. Ouyang Xiu, startled by the scene, called out, "Dad!" He cautiously supported Ouyang Xiong's back and snarled viciously into the phone.
"Ouyang Yan! If something happens to Dad because you angered him, I will never forgive you!"
His finger trembled as he pressed the speaker button.
