"What's the problem with that?" Tu Wanyi turned her head to look at Su Shancheng, full of impatience, unwilling to say more to him, "Tongtong is my daughter, and I have the final say. You have no right to interfere."
Su Shancheng got angry upon hearing this, "Wanyi, do you think what you said is appropriate? I don't want to argue with you, but we need to have a proper discussion about our child's education—"
"I don't want to talk to you, Su Shancheng, you're so annoying!"
Tu Wanyi had a splitting headache, as if there was always a voice in her head, chattering incessantly, driving her crazy.
Unable to hold back, she suddenly shook off Su Shancheng's hand.
Out of nowhere, she found the strength to knock Su Shancheng to the ground.
Su Shancheng was thrown back, the back of his head hitting the edge of the coffee table with a sudden, dull thud, draining all color from his face in an instant, before it rapidly flushed red with blood.
