Xing Beichen, who was beside them, was completely stunned by Lu Xiao's shout.
He absolutely couldn't imagine that the person before him was actually Lu Yuanfeng's father.
He looked at Lu Xiao with a scruffy beard and dirty appearance, and thought he must be hallucinating.
Lu Yuanfeng's fist didn't hit Lu Xiao but instead landed on the trunk next to Lu Xiao's head.
Yet just that motion made Lu Xiao so scared he wet his pants.
Xing Beichen couldn't believe that such a cowardly, weak person could be Lu Yuanfeng's father.
"Help! My son is murdering his father!" Lu Xiao shouted at the top of his lungs.
His manner was exactly like a bum.
Xing Beichen was very angry; ultimately, he was more worried about Lu Xiao affecting Lu Yuanfeng's reputation.
So he threatened, "Yell again, and I won't be so polite!"
Lu Xiao yelled even louder.
Xing Beichen was enraged, picked up a rag someone had thrown on the ground.
And directly stuffed it into Lu Xiao's mouth.
