"Father?" Ye Xiang was bewildered, completely bewildered.
Didn’t his father come to stand up for him?
"Bastard, you still have the face to call out to me? I don’t have a son like you!" The Ye Clan’s Patriarch had an enraged expression, and with a raise of his hand, he slapped Ye Xiang once more, hitting Ye Xiang to the point his face became like a ‘pig’s head’.
But even then, he still didn’t have any attention to stop.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
…
Numerous slaps were swung out by him, and Ye Xiang’s face was almost struck open by his father.
This scene was unexpected to Duan Ling Tian, yet with a quick thought, he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. "As expected of a Clan’s Patriarch, he truly has resolution… He seems to be teaching his son a lesson, yet he’s actually protecting him."
It was extremely easy for Duan Ling Tian to guess the Ye Clan Patriarch’s intentions.