"How dare you!"
Feng Xiang slammed the table and stood up, his face ashen as he looked at Feng Jingtian. He clenched his fists tightly and roared angrily, "Jingtian, what's so good about that woman that you'd turn against your own father for her?"
Feng Jingtian chuckled disdainfully, a mocking curve on his lips, yet his voice was so firm, so undoubtedly resolute.
"I want to break off my engagement with Lan Yue and marry her!"
"Feng Jingtian!" Feng Xiang's eyes blazed with fury, "Just a woman, toying with her is enough. I can agree if you want her as your concubine, but to marry a useless woman is utterly impossible! I will never allow the Feng Family to welcome such a woman of dubious origin."
This son, although unruly, never opposed him like this. Nowadays, for the sake of a woman, he even turned his face against him?
It seemed that this woman could not stay...
A trace of ruthlessness flickered in Feng Xiang's narrowed eyes.
