It'd Be Useless Even If My Father Were Here

All the teacups and teapots on the table flew into the air.

"Gu Qingluan, how dare you!" Qitian Yu's eyes widened in shock and anger.

Whoosh!

All the teacups and teapots shot towards him.

Qitian Yu snorted in anger and activated his arcane power to defend himself.

But to his surprise, the arcane power surrounding him was easily shattered, and the teacups and teapots hit his face and body.

In an instant, Qitian Yu not only became soaked but also suffered from a swollen and bruised face. He looked utterly miserable.

"Gu Qingluan... ugh!" His roar nearly shook the roof.

Then, it abruptly stopped.

Gu Qingluan reclined in her chair, crossing her legs, and mischievously swung one foot adorned with sheer white stockings. "Much quieter now!"

Qitian Yu pulled something out of his mouth and realized it was an embroidered shoe.