Ou Mufeng simply couldn't believe what he was hearing, "How is this possible? How could my father possibly go to see you? You, woman, who killed his grandson and daughter-in-law and brought Longfeng to ruin—how could he possibly go to see you? You, wretch!"
Word for word, that sharp tone and malicious words, were actually more excessive than just a moment ago!
Ying Hao couldn't stand it any longer, walked over, and his two cold eyes stared at her, "Miss, I advise you to speak a little more respectfully; otherwise, if the Third Young Master hears, I can't guarantee what he would let me do to you."
"You!!!"
