Wang Zhanjie spoke every word deliberately, with his strong chest heaving under the down jacket, gripping Dai Zijing's big hand with force that made his knuckles turn white.
His demeanor definitely wasn't issuing a warning to Dai Zijing—it looked like he wanted to hit someone.
He was truly angry.
Wang Zhanjie questioned hoarsely, with black eyebrows against a pale face. At that moment, he couldn't control himself, his fist almost bleeding from the tight clench, his eyes dark, as he reached out and gave Dai Zijing a push.
Wang Zhanjie didn't need to ask for details to guess how Wang Jinrui had been bullied at school.
The dignity and emotions of a father were deeply hurt at that moment. It was extremely painful, and he felt both heartache and regret.
Dai Zijing, this little bully, deserved to land in Wang Zhanjie's hands; he just didn't know Wang Jinrui had such an impressive father.
