"Daidi, you unfilial daughter..." Chu Chengxi clutched his chest and shouted, so angry that he nearly exploded, "Raising you was a waste, if I'd known you'd be so unfilial, I would've thrown you into the pond when your mother gave birth to you back then."
Yang Fengxiang quickly went to support Chu Chengxi, wiping her tears, "Daya, how can you hit your father? He's your father. If you hit your parent, you'll be struck by lightning. Aren't you afraid of being struck to death?"
Ye Huai Feng's gaze turned frosty; the old woman dared to curse his master.
He was thinking of various ways to get rid of these two old people, because with them around, his master would always have trouble.
"Do you know why heaven hasn't struck me?" Chu Qianyan asked, seeing Yang Fengxiang's bewilderment, and continued, "It means hitting you is allowed."
