Regardless of how others see it, in Xiao Qixiang's eyes, it's as if his illegitimate son had married his own daughter!
If this isn't to anger him, disgust him, and retaliate against him, then what is it?
Xiao Yu's expression remained unchanged, his back which was bent by the walking stick for two seconds had already recovered, straight and upright.
His voice became even colder, "I've taken this cane hit—the matter is settled."
"You want to take care of her, I'll do it in your stead, which suits me just fine."
"You... you!" Xiao Qixiang, choked with rage, pointed at him but was unable to speak. He fell back into his chair and then harshly said, "I never should have allowed you to be acknowledged by the clan!"
Xiao Yu, taking steps forward, arrived at a mirror not far away, turned his back to it, and checked the place where he had been hit.