"How could you possibly be Lin Beichen?"
Nie Hongchen looked at Lin Beichen in disbelief, his face extremely shocked.
"Who gave you the right to call Uncle Lin by his name? You disrespectful brat, apologize to Uncle Lin immediately!"
Nie Jianghe's expression changed, and in a fit of anger, he raised his hand and slapped Nie Hongchen.
Nie Hongchen was jolted awake by the slap, his face turning ashen, and he stared at Lin Beichen with tightly clenched jaws, unable to utter a word.
Just moments ago, he thought he had Lin Beichen under his thumb—just a few mainlanders that he could threaten at will.
He wanted to humiliate Lin Beichen, strip him of his dignity, even break his backbone. If he didn't comply, Lin Beichen would be thrown into the sea to feed the fish.
All of this was Lin Beichen's own doing—who told him to steal the girl he liked?
Even if he was wrong, what did it matter?
In his life, Nie Hongchen had never been wrong, nor had he ever been bullied.
