Xyon took a deep breath and looked back at the crowd. He waved his hand and said, "Go and do what you have to do."
Xyon waved his hand, and everyone left in silence. They knew that it was not suitable for them to stay there any longer. After all, Xyon was going to deal with his family affairs.
"Dad, Dad, save me," Thomson said, trembling with fear.
Although Thomson's slap was not too heavy, it almost sent his chin flying. He was now so bruised that he looked neither human nor ghost.
"Say it." Xyon gritted his teeth and looked at his disappointing son. For a moment, he wanted to strangle Thomson because he knew that there must be a reason why Thiamon was so angry this time.
"Dad, what are you talking about?" Thomson pretended to be confused. He was playing dumb.
Xyon was furious. He knew his son's character well, but he couldn't bear to see this guy acting like a fool. Xyon grabbed with his right hand and a long whip with red light appeared in his hand.