"You punk! What are you doing! Let go!"
Upon realizing this was his daughter's shop, Wu Guangjiang became even more convinced he was being set up, and he came to his senses, scolding loudly.
Martial Saint, who had been quite polite to him today, couldn't tolerate it anymore. "A man should own up to his actions alone! Wu Guangjiang, if you're a man, don't drag me and Brother Jiang Chen down with you!"
"What's going on now? What's the argument this time?"
Lan's mother intervened again to mediate.
Anger, shame, fear, and pity for his mother... all these emotions mixed together like a snowball, growing larger and larger inside Martial Saint, until he couldn't suppress them and blurted out.
"Mom, ask him what he's done!"
"What did I do? I did nothing! You punk, I'm your father, you're setting me up too, aren't you?"
Wu Guangjiang seemed even angrier, spitting as he spoke.
