The next second, Bei Guorong found his body moving uncontrollably towards Beichen, until a pair of cold hands pinched his neck, and his body returned to normal.
Bei Guorong struggled, trying to pry his hands open, but found that he was completely unable to move them.
"Let go, let go." Bei Guorong was shocked to find that his strength was no longer what it used to be.
Beichen's hand slowly rose up, and Bei Guorong's feet left the ground little by little, and finally hung in the air. The support point of his whole body was on his neck. It can be imagined that the neck had to bear all the gravity, and a strong feeling of suffocation swept over him.
His face turned from red to purple, his limbs kept struggling, and he was about to die.
Seeing someone was about to die, Zhang Fang finally reacted and rushed forward, grabbing Beichen's arm and pleadingly saying, "Chenchen, what are you doing? Let your father go."
Beichen ignored her words.
"You can't kill him, he is your father." Zhang Fang said earnestly.
Beichen looked at her with cold eyes, "My father? Is he really my father? My dear mother."
The sarcastic tone and the cold look in his eyes made Zhang Fang speechless.
He knew it, he heard it.
Zhang Fang felt that she was doomed and her mind went blank for a moment.
Just as he was stunned there, he heard Bei Guorong screaming, accompanied by a loud crash. Bei Guorong's body hit the cabinet hard and fell heavily to the ground.
Bei Guorong had never been beaten like this before. He felt pain in all his bones and flesh.
After Bei Guorong cried out in pain, he looked at Beichen with a sinister face, "You, you are looking for death."
He still dared to say such words now, which showed that he did not take Beichen's strength seriously at all. Perhaps he did not think that Beichen could be that powerful, and he regarded everything that happened just now as an accident.
Beichen walked towards him with a gloomy face. When Zhang Fang saw his expression, she knew what he was going to do and immediately stepped forward to stop him, but she never expected to be pushed away by him.
Zhang Fang hit the edge of the bed hard and screamed in pain.
She thought her painful voice would attract Beichen's attention, but she saw Beichen walking past her without even looking at her.
Seeing him approaching, Bei Guorong endured the pain, stood up, and looked at him fiercely, "I haven't punished you for a while, but you've become bolder. If I don't beat you to a pulp today, I won't be named Bei."
Beichen didn't say anything, but looked at him expressionlessly, as if he was looking at an ant.
Bei Guorong threw a punch towards Beichen's face. His punch seemed very fast, but in Beichen's eyes it was like slow motion. Just as the fist was about to land on his face, just a few tenths of a centimeter away, his fist stopped.
Bei Guorong once again found himself unable to move. No matter how hard he tried, he could not control his body and could not get his fist any closer.
What, what is going on.
Bei Guorong felt fear in his heart.
He didn't feel anything before and thought it was just a coincidence, but now he could clearly feel that his body was controlled by a force. Needless to say, he knew who was behind this force.
Bei Guorong looked at him in horror, "What did you do to me?"
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