Master Qiao walked up to Qiao Chengxun and raised his slipper, intending to throw it at Wen Meimei.
Qiao Chengxun quickly grabbed his father's wrist, his icy eyes shrouded in a bloodthirsty chill, warning coldly, "Dad, don't force me to act disrespectfully."
"Rebellious, rebellious, my good son Qiao Huahu is going to hit his father, haha..." Master Qiao laughed in extreme anger, the slipper slipping uncontrolled from his hand to the ground.
Qiao Chengxun swiftly released his hand, pulling Meimei back a step, watching his parents from a slight distance.
Madame Qiao glared at Wen Meimei with eyes full of resentment, as if her gaze could kill, she would undoubtedly tear this bitch Wen Meimei into eight pieces.
Compared to Master Qiao who was infuriated by his son, Madame Qiao maintained a relatively calm demeanor, realizing that since they came to Qiaohao Garden today, certain words must be made clear.
"Husband, sit down first, anything to say, let's discuss it as a family."
