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Fu Xingchen's powerful words caused Fu Mo to choke on a mouthful of blood. He was so angry that he could not speak.

"Fu Xingchen! Do you know what you're saying!? "

At this moment, Fu Xingchen's left cheek was severely swollen. She placed one hand on the other, her eyes filled with ridicule. "Father, I'll have to return this slap to her sooner or later …" "Fu Yue-er."

"You …"

Fu Mo glared at her, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

Fu Xingchen was powerless to continue talking with him. He immediately turned around and prepared to walk up the stairs.

"Stop right there!"

How could Fu Mo allow her to go up after touching his dignity?

Fu Xingchen stopped, but did not turn around.

As Fu Mo watched her retreating back, his tone became slightly more relaxed. "If you come with me to the hospital to apologize to Littlemoon, I will let bygones be bygones."

Hearing this, Fu Xingchen could not help but tighten his hands as a chilling aura emanated from his body.

This was her father, injuring her to the point where she couldn't even skin herself properly. He even wanted to destroy her self-esteem!

Fu Xingchen turned around. The coldness in his eyes made Fu Mo shudder.

"Apologize?" A trace of ridicule flashed across Fu Xingchen's mouth. "I don't seem to know how to write these two words. How about I curse her?"

Under Fu Mo's glare, Fu Xingchen smiled sinisterly again and continued, "Didn't you say that I was the best at this? What do you think? "

Fu Mo had never known that Fu Xingchen could be so venomous, nor had he ever known that his usually taciturn daughter could suddenly be so angry with him.

Fu Mo's face was extremely pale. "Should we go?"

Fu Xingchen said resolutely, "Impossible!"

"Good, good, good!" Fu Mo said the word 'good' three times in a row. It was obvious that he was extremely angry.

Fu Mo's anger had already reached its peak. He pointed at the door and shouted, "Scram! You're not allowed to enter without my permission!"

Fu Xingchen sneered, "What makes you think that I would listen to you?"

Hearing this, Fu Mo's face turned cold as he shouted towards the door, "Little Liu!"

Fu Xingchen looked at the bodyguard that had followed Fu Mo's voice, and his face turned cold.

"Fu Mo, you really are unscrupulous!"

Fu Mo ignored Fu Xingchen's words and instructed Little Liu, "Bring Eldest Miss out to the main entrance for me to reflect on my actions. Don't let her in without my permission!"

Little Liu walked towards Fu Xingchen without hesitation. Fu Xingchen coldly glanced at him and said, "You don't need to invite me. I'll go out myself!"

Little Liu looked at Fu Xingchen with an expressionless face and paused her movements.

When Fu Xingchen turned around, he gave Fu Mo a deep look and walked out with a straight back.

Little Liu immediately followed.

Looking at Fu Xingchen's stubborn back, Fu Mo couldn't tell what he was feeling. The back of his hand was covered in flesh, so why did Fu Xingchen have to go against him?

Fu Xingchen walked out of the gates of the Fu Family residence. His entire body was already soaked in rain, and a bone-piercing coldness permeated her entire body, causing her to tremble slightly.

After standing there for an unknown period of time, Fu Xingchen could not even feel his legs. She was still standing upright and did not move even half a step. She lightly bit her lip as her face gradually turned pale.

However, her stubborn personality didn't allow her to lower her head.

Even Little Liu, who was watching from the side, was slightly moved.

Time passed bit by bit. As Fu Xingchen watched Fu Mo's room lights go out, only numbness remained in his heart.

Fu Xingchen laughed coldly as he closed his sour eyes.

Fu Xingchen, this time, you should completely... I give up... Come on.

She glanced at Xiao Liu, who was still watching over her, and slowly took out her cell phone from her bag.

Fortunately, his phone could still be used. Fu Xingchen was shivering from the cold and the rain. He could only make a phone call based on his senses.

Before long, the person on the other end of the line answered the phone. A man's voice that carried a trace of weariness and confusion said, "Stars?"

Fu Xingchen used his hand to carelessly push his wet hair, which was in a mess in front of his forehead, to the back of his head. With a hoarse voice, he replied, "Mr. Yi, I'm a little tired …"

As the rain continued to fall, Fu Xingchen felt that it was already difficult for him to open his eyes. "Bring me …" "Let's go, Mr. Yi."