Wang Pengcheng's Qi Strength was great, surpassing that of an adult. With one slap, he left five distinct finger marks on Chen Tianhua's face.
Chen Tianhua's face burned with pain, and internally his Fire Qi surged as he pointed at Wang Pengcheng and angrily shouted, "You, you hit me?…"
"What's wrong with hitting you? You dared to curse my father, and hitting you once was already being generous…" Wang Pengcheng chuckled coldly. "If it weren't for the fact that your daughter Wanxin is in the same class as me, I would have beaten you to death today."
"Zhong, Zhong Ping, is this how you teach your son?" Chen Tianhua's gaze turned to Zhong Ping.
"Well, you cursed his father to death, and you still expect him to thank you?? Chen Tianhua, you are the director of a group, you should act with some respect!" Zhong Ping sneered and said to her son, "Pengcheng, let's go."
The mother and son headed towards the car.
