Nan Yan stared at Li Shufen, who was sitting on the ground, loudly berating her. With a cold and icy tone, she spoke, "Shut your mouth."
Her gaze was frigid and oppressive, causing Li Shufen's angry cries to come to an abrupt halt.
After a swift survey of her surroundings, her confidence surged, and she resumed her furious tirade:
"You heartless wretch! We raised you for sixteen years! Is this how you treat your father and me?"
"Even a dog has a heart; it wags its tail at me and dares not bare its teeth. But you, you disrespectful child, you've even resorted to hitting your father!"
"Oh Lord, there's no way to live!"
"We just wanted to see you, and you dare to lay hands on us? Are you not afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Nan Hongyang, feeling excruciating pain in his limbs, couldn't stand up. He could only sit on the ground like Li Shufen, cursing vehemently.