Zhuang Shaoyang looked at the man standing in front of Mu Yan, his expression frighteningly grim.
"Let go!"
"Please lower your hand first." Jiang Jingheng looked at him, his light brown eyes cold and distant.
Zhuang Shaoyang looked into his icy eyes, feeling a surge of murderous intent, and suddenly his spine went cold.
Suddenly, he felt as if his wrist was being torn apart, the pain made his teeth chatter.
He was furious, it was bad enough that his daughter was disrespectful to him, but how dare his son-in-law, an outsider, treat him like this?
He tried to use force to shake him off, but Jiang Jingheng's hand seemed welded to his wrist, he couldn't break free.
Unexpectedly, this refined and gentle son-in-law had such strength. Angrily, he said, "Is this how you treat your father-in-law?"
"Since Yanyan doesn't want to acknowledge you, you're not my father-in-law!" Jiang Jingheng's voice was cold, his tone decidedly disrespectful.
