Upon hearing the words.
Li Jianhua's expression suddenly turned cold.
Those eyes were incredibly fierce.
He remained silent, standing still, clenching his fists, staring coldly at the middle-aged man.
And that middle-aged man looked down from above, his eyes full of disdain, he sneeringly laughed, his gaze sweeping over Li Jianhua dismissively, showing utter contempt for Li Jianhua.
"Xueying, look, this dog you've raised doesn't even have the courage to bite me. Haha, it seems the dog you raised is just a mongrel."
The middle-aged man chuckled and casually picked up an orange, peeling and eating it, mocking disdainfully.
"Jin Tixian, get out!"
Shen Xueying's face was pale as she scolded sharply.
On her delicate face, there were five blood-red finger marks.
And at the corner of her mouth, there was some dried blood, indicating she had just been beaten.
"Haha, Xueying, besides sulking, what else can your dog do?"
The middle-aged man laughed mockingly in amusement.
"You!"
