"You evil girl! Tell me, did you send someone to hurt Zhao Cheng?"

Zhao Jian looked at him coldly and did not retreat, and then heard a "pop" slap, and a crisp sound in his ear, his face was directly slapped, and even his ears could not help but buzz.

Zhao Jian slowly turned his head to look at Zhao Weizheng. She was not surprised that Zhao Wei was able to hit her. Instead, Zhao Wei was a little stunned.

She raised her hand and lifted a thread of broken hair in her ears that had been knocked down and then put it on again, and smiled at her, "What are you doing when you hit me and show your appearance? Fear? Don't worry, I'm 26 years old now, no longer the little girl who didn't know anything when I was 15 years old, but only knew how to fight my enemies."

Zhao Wei was stunned. Zhao Jian had never spoken well with him over the years. When the father and daughter were together, they either looked at each other coldly or spoke ill of each other. She had hatred and resentment towards him, so she never said a word to him. He was probably impatient and didn't want to listen to her. Now...

He turned his head and refused to look at her eyes again, "What did you say? No matter what, I am your father, and I will never change it!"

"Yes, I was born with your blood, so you must not know that the most disgusting thing in my life is that it has something to do with you! If I could choose, I would rather be a pig, a dog, a beast than be your daughter!"

At this moment, she suddenly became fierce, her eyes were burning, and she gritted her teeth.

Zhao Wei was so angry that he raised his hand and called her again, "Rareless!"

"Enough!" she shouted softly.

This time, his palm failed to fall on her face as he wished, but instead was pinned by Zhao Jian.

Zhao Wei was exerting force but couldn't pull out his hand.

He looked at Zhao Jian in disbelief, as if he didn't believe that she had the courage to disobey him, but when he thought about what Zhao Jian had done in recent years, he was a little scared.

At this moment, Zhao Jian shook him away.

After the sharpness just now, she turned into an ancient well-being, looking at him with a cool and sarcasm.

"I'm so angry?" She snorted coldly, "I don't think of what you did. Is there anything that can make people call you a father! Are you worthy?"

"you……"

He has been indulging in his emotions and only caring about his own happiness over the years, and he has no care about others. Neither Zhao Jian nor other children have ever received his warmth for a moment. He is indeed not worthy of being a father, but when the facts are told from the mouth, Zhao Weizheng can't stand it anymore.

His face turned pale and his breathing was rapid.

"Why don't you be afraid that your mother will die with her eyes open? She is, she is..."

"My mother really dies with her eyes open. She is infatuated and misunderstood. How can she die with her eyes open? Zhao Weizheng, please don't mention my mother to me, you are not worthy! When you made that decision 11 years ago, you are not worthy of being my father, let alone my mother's husband!"

Zhao Jian gritted his teeth and wanted to slap Zhao Weizheng to death, but morality was so moral that she could not do this. She could only clench her fists tightly and endure the malice of climbing in her heart and the violence that destroys everything.

She will never forget what her mother looked like before her death!

Never!

"You have no choice but to decide whether she is worthy or not! She is mine!"
Chapter completed!