He added, "Miss Ji, I have to remind you that I'm Han Bing's son after all. Even if you're that woman's daughter, in his heart, my status is still more important than the daughter of an old friend."
Ji Yinbing's face turned pale. "Shut up."
How could Han Luofan shut up? He liked to see Ji Yinbing angry.
The more she felt terrible and sad, the better Han Luofan felt.
He added, "Besides, you're the product of that woman and that beast!"
Ji Yinbing could not help but punch him again. This time, it hit Han Luofan's abdomen.
Han Luofan's face twisted in pain.
Ji Yinbing looked at Han Luofan in disdain as if she was looking at garbage. She smiled evilly and said, "Who do you think you are?"
Han Luofan narrowed his eyes, not understanding what she meant.