Sang Nanfeng's fists tightened, and for the first time, he felt a tremendous disgust towards his father, even regretting having supported their failing company when it was first established.
At the same time, a huge sense of panic arose in his heart, fearing that Sang Zheng would dig deeper with his questions.
His voice unconsciously took on an urgency, "We don't know them, don't listen to their nonsense, Qiaoqiao, your big brother will take you somewhere else."
"Sang Nanfeng, what are you talking about? Even if you don't want to recognize me, it doesn't change the fact that I'm your father, we're registered under the same household!"
Sang Zheng was furious. Sang Qiao had lost her memory and was willing to come back home, yet nobody told him, clearly trying to exclude him. How could he tolerate that?
Lu Jiao remembered her previous sufferings under Sang Nanfeng's hands and now felt a sense of revengeful pleasure.
