Although the pants were nearly dry, there were still noticeable water stains on them due to the sweat, making them look somewhat ridiculous.
An Ran held the pants tightly, feeling guilty, as if she had not been a very good wife.
At this moment, Hairong had completely lost his reason. His mother was his only family; his father had never been around since he was little. He had always known that as a man, it was his responsibility to protect his mother.
But now, someone had slapped his mother right in front of him. Seeing Mu Xingfeng, Hairong felt he had found his backbone, and he pointed at Huang Xiaoyu and shouted to Mu Xingfeng, "Dad, this person hit Mom."
Dad?
Jia Chenggang paused in his movements towards Wang Xia and looked at Mu Xingfeng.
Why was Hairong calling him Dad?
Wang Xia had been dumbfounded by Huang Xiaoyu's slap, and hearing Hairong call Mu Xingfeng dad, it was too late for her to stop it.
