"What did you say?" Bang! A teacup crashed heavily onto the table.
Nangong Jinlie trembled all over, pointing a finger at Nangong Zhongli: "Are you saying that you caused the deaths of Ling'er and Xiaonuan's child?"
Nangong Zhongli shivered with fear, quickly ran to Nangong Jinlie, and knelt down hugging his leg.
"Grandpa... it wasn't like that!" Nangong Zhongli looked at Nangong Jinlie nervously:
"That wasn't Young Master's child! Maybe it was... Situ Yan's... Xia Xiaonuan isn't the original Xiaonuan, she is Qiqi! She smuggled herself with another man, haven't you heard about it? So... that wasn't..."
"Clap—!"
Nangong Jinlie trembled all over, suddenly raised his hand and slapped Nangong Zhongli across the face.
Nangong Zhongli screamed and fell onto the carpet.
Her left cheek immediately showed a swollen red finger mark.
