That night, no matter what Cheng Siyang said, Rong Shang treated it as if he had just farted.

She took out her phone and browsed the internet for a bit.

hehe.

The troublemakers have arrived.

That newspaper is incredibly slow; they didn't publish what they asked for two days ago until 8:44!

"Exonerate, exonerate..."

After leaving the dining room, Cheng Siyang followed closely behind her into the living room.

At that time, Master Ye sat upright, leisurely drinking his Kung Fu tea.

When Tong Yilin saw them walking out one after the other, she subconsciously adjusted her position, but the hand on her knee unconsciously tightened.

Just as Master Ye was calling them over for tea.

A "snap" sounded.

Rong Shang turned around and slapped Cheng Siyang hard across the face.

In an instant, everyone in the hall, including the servants, was startled.

Master Ye frowned, stood up abruptly, and pointed at Rong Shang, "You child, why are you hitting people!"

Cheng Siyang covered his face, his pupils wide, "..."

"Zhaoxue, I..."

"Smack!" Another one.

"Slap! Slap!" She slapped him several times in succession.

She was just a woman who looked frail, but her series of slaps still managed to make Cheng Siyang's face swell up.

Tong Yilin covered her mouth in fright, "Ah, Young Master Cheng."

As soon as he finished speaking, hurried footsteps could be heard.

Rong Shang's expression was indifferent, her gaze sharp. "Stop pretending. You're already sleeping in the same bed, why are you still calling me Young Master Cheng?"

The moment the words spoken to Tong Yilin spread, Old Master Ye glared angrily in the hall, shouting, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Cheng Siyang stepped forward and grabbed her. "Zhaoxue, don't you still believe me?"

The white light shone down from above. Rong Shang raised her eyes and glanced at him. The next second, she kicked him away.

"Ah!" It had nothing to do with her, and Tong Yilin behind her screamed for no apparent reason.

Master Ye stormed over to Rong Shang in a rage.

The next second, the woman turned around with her phone in hand and raised her hand to show it directly to Mr. Ye.

Frowning, Master Ye lowered his eyes and glanced down, puzzled.

In those few seconds, his expression underwent a series of fascinating changes.

It can be said that the initial anger gradually turned into gloom, and then, it was the storm that was brewing.

"Uncle Ye."

Cheng Siyang had no idea what he had seen, but seeing how terrifying his expression was, his heart skipped a beat.

"Get out of my way!"

Just then, Master Ye pushed aside Rong Shang who was blocking his way, strode forward, bent down, grabbed Cheng Siyang by the collar, and pulled him up from the ground.

"Alright, you little rascal!"

"Bang!"

He punched her right down.

At this moment, Master Ye's face was as black as the clouds in the sky. "You dare to hurt my daughter, you little brat, are you tired of living?!"

Furious, after seeing those disgusting photos reported online, Mr. Ye is now filled with rage and is just short of killing Cheng Siyang with his own hands.

How dare they betray his daughter!

"Uncle Ye, what are you saying?"

Cheng Siyang was really miserable tonight, getting slapped and beaten repeatedly by the Ye family father and daughter.

But as soon as he staggered to his feet, Master Ye grabbed him by the collar and shoved him forward forcefully.

"Bang!"

Cheng Siyang slammed his head against the glass tabletop in front of him, wincing in pain. As he tried to straighten up, he threw a lit cell phone onto the table.