"Don't get worked up yet. Sit down and let me explain." Hua Yunfei gestured for An Ning to sit.
"I'm your father!"
An Ning pointed at Hua Yunfei. "Do you think you can spout nonsense just because my Senior Brother is here? I'm telling you, if you can't keep that mouth of yours under control, I can help you tear it apart!"
She already hated Hua Yunfei. Now he was saying he was her father—how could she possibly endure that?
The fact that she had not attacked him on the spot was already out of respect for Dao Wushuang.
Dao Wushuang covered his face. He had expected Hua Yunfei to ask something along those lines, but he had never expected him to throw a straight punch. This was far too direct. An Ning was already at odds with him—how could she not explode?
"An Ning, that's not what he meant. Just..."
Duanmu Qingyue had wanted to speak up for Hua Yunfei, but An Ning glared at her like a ferocious deity. "Ugly woman, shut up! Don't think I don't know that you're in league with him!"
"An Ning!" In the end, Dao Wushuang still had to step in before An Ning calmed down somewhat.
"Senior Brother, he's already riding roughshod over your Junior Sister's head. Are you still going to side with them? Are they more important than I am?"
An Ning was unconvinced and deeply displeased.
"Senior Brother isn't favoring anyone. He isn't a rash person. If he suddenly said something like that, then he definitely didn't mean to insult you. Senior Brother knows him. If you don't trust him, don't you trust me?" Dao Wushuang walked over to An Ning's side and patted her shoulder, urging her to sit down first and talk things out.
An Ning snorted