"Batian Ling!" Tong Li's eyes were raging with thick anger as she strode forward, pulled her daughter Mengmeng off Batian Ling's body, and then slapped him fiercely.
"Sister Li!" Batian Ling looked at Tong Li in disbelief. How dare she hit him?
"You beast, you scum! Mengmeng is only thirteen years old, how could you bear to do this?" Tong Li used her hands and feet to kick and punch at Batian Ling, grabbed the desk lamp from the table, and smashed it hard against him.
"What are you doing?" Batian Ling roared in anger. Since when had he been treated like this after becoming well-off? Besides, he hadn't really done anything to her daughter. Moreover, it was Mengmeng who had thrown herself at him; he had already shown restraint.
