This slap from Zhang Xiaoshan only used the strength of an ordinary person.
Yet, it was still not something Lin Xingyuan, who had just recovered from a serious illness, could withstand.
"Ouch."
Lin Xingyuan screamed miserably, losing two front teeth, and sat on the ground with a mouth full of blood.
"Dad..."
Lin Yanran's parents hurried to support him.
Among the three sons of the Lin family, Lin Yanran's parents were the most honest and therefore the most bullied.
"Get away, it's not your turn to laugh at me yet."
"You've raised a good daughter, a pack of ungrateful wolves, a pack of ungrateful wolves."
Pushed away by Lin Xingyuan, who was full of anger and kept shouting insults.
"Dad, what's wrong with you."
At this moment, Lin Huirui, the second son of the Lin family who went to find reinforcements, ran in.
Seeing over thirty guards knocked to the ground and his father and brother Lin Haitang covered in blood, he was dumbfounded.
