Lian Bingcheng lowered his gaze submissively, "Yes, yes, Xiao Hua is Brother Changhe's daughter; she is our daughter."
Hearing this, Lian Changhe felt appeased and tried to sit back down but found his foolish son still clinging tightly to him.
He couldn't help but slap him, "Rebellious child, will you not let go of your father? Do you want to strangle me to death?"
"Ah? Dad, are you not scolding anymore?" Lian Wanzhen quickly let go.
Just now, his father's tempest had sprayed him all over his head.
Lian Bingcheng hurriedly and cautiously suggested, "Brother Changhe, why not scold some more?"
The more he scolded, the more comfortable he felt, the more at ease he became.
"Clan Uncle, you must be crazy!" Lian Wanzhen turned his head, looking at Lian Bingcheng as if he were looking at an imbecile.
Lian Bingcheng glanced at him, his voice carrying a trace of ease, "Your father is right to scold, what do you know, boy."
