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Despite the thunderous slap, He Liancheng maintained his head's position. Soon, several deep red marks appeared on his handsome left cheek, still He Liancheng's expression didn't change. He didn't even frown, he just lowered his head slightly, and said to Mrs. He in a low tone. "Mother, calm down, the child knows he's in the wrong."

"Do you know what's wrong?" Mrs. He tore off her son's collar, revealing his firm and hard chest, and seeing the blood-clotted wound on his chest, she said with hatred. "You can say whatever you want about that woman, but can you see the danger she can cause? Where's she? Why did you even get hurt? You know what? Your mother sees that you have forgotten how your father died and the oath you made at your father's grave!"

"I haven't forgotten it, mother." Although He Liancheng's tone was low, there was an unspeakable perseverance. "Your child has never forgotten father's hatred for a moment."