Qiao Haidong hadn't expected her to actually dare to kick him. A sharp pain shot through his lower leg as he let out a pained scream, cursing, "You little bitch, you dare to kick me?! You ill-mannered thing, even if I'm not your real father, I'm still your foster father. How can you be so unfilial? Are you worthy of your mother? Girls like you, sure to never get married, are like tigresses. No man would want you!"
"I would."
Lu Lingche spoke coldly from behind Qiao Haidong, "And you got one thing wrong. The divorce with Qiao Yin was not her fault, it was mine."
Qiao Haidong stiffened, slowly turning his head to see Lu Lingche's icy face and the dead-eyed glare. He involuntarily shivered.