章節 37: Chapter 37 Touching the Heartstrings_1

A menacing middle-aged man wearing a gray suit barged in hastily and, without a word, slapped Mu Zi'an across the face.

The bodyguards around them didn't even dare to breathe loudly, and Mu Zi'an was left in a daze from the impact.

Seeing this, Zuo Xingyun snorted slightly, his expression exuding confidence as if everything was under his control.

He pulled the knife out of his palm and casually threw it on the ground, where it clanged sharply.

Mu Zi'an came to his senses and looked at the middle-aged man before him, roaring with indignation, "Lin Zhen! I'm your own son! Even if you won't seek justice for me, what gives you the right to punish me?!"

Lin Zhen's face twitched slightly with anger, and the old scar that stretched across his forehead and brow looked even more ferocious as he spat, "Shut up! I have no son like you!"

Even though he was resentful, Mu Zi'an had to bite his tongue in front of his father's authority.