"Bang!"
A dull thud of a body colliding suddenly echoed in the hall. Xiaorong and her mother Song Lian looked over, their faces growing increasingly grim, their father and husband had been kicked by Tie Shan onto a chair, instantly breaking his bones...
"You used to bully me all the time, but today I won't just sit back and take it!"
Looking at Ma Fei who was on the ground screaming in pain, Tie Shan's expression returned to calm. With that kick, he finally understood that these people were never his family, and he didn't need to have any lingering affections or show any mercy.
They just treated him as a free servant, like those ancient servants without any status. Slowly withdrawing his foot, Tie Shan looked at Ma Fei and walked slowly toward him, the black bag in his hand shaking with his steps.
"Ungrateful wretch, what do you think you're doing?!"
