Duan Yanqing did not expect Zhao Xiangde to block him, which took him by surprise. Today, Chief Zhao was acting strangely, even the tone of his speech with his father had changed, and now he was even preventing him from teaching his daughter a lesson. Wasn't he meddling too much?
"Uncle Zhao, please don't stop me. I must discipline her," Duan Yanqing said, somewhat displeased with Zhao Xiangde's actions, but still spoke very respectfully out of politeness.
"Yanqing, I don't want to say too much, but before Tianyu arrives, you can't touch anyone," Zhao Xiangde, somewhat disapproving of Duan Yanqing's actions, vibrated his right hand, sending Duan Yanqing flying away. Zhao Xiangde was no simple man. Without some skill, he really couldn't justify his actions.
Upon hearing those words, Duan Yanqing and his father Duan Pengcheng wondered who they were waiting for. Who could this person be? It was very odd indeed.