"Aren't you leaving yet?"
Yang Cheng said coldly.
"What are you acting crazy for? Just a pretty boy!"
Kong Lingjiang sneered disdainfully. In his eyes, Yang Cheng was merely Kong Lingwen's kept man, any capability he had was just bedroom skills.
Just as the words fell, Kong Lingwen grabbed a cup from the table and hurled it at the two. Kong Lingjiang tilted his head to dodge; the cup hit Kong Demao square on the forehead.
He let out a miserable scream and clutched at his injured forehead as warm liquid gushed forth. He looked down to see blood flowing.
"Dad! Are you okay?"
Kong Lingjiang shouted in terror, then glared angrily at Kong Lingwen.
"Are you crazy? How dare you hit an elder?"
