Bai Youran couldn't believe what she heard. She dropped the bags in her hand and yelled, "Father! Are you drunk? Lin Wanwan embarrassed me in front of Luo Han! It's fine if you don't want to help me, but asking me to apologize to her on my knees? That b*tch doesn't deserve it!"
Bam!
Bai Yi gave her a tight slap on the face.
The stinging pain from her face pulled her back to reality. Looking at her father who showed no emotion, tears glided down her cheeks. "You… hit me?"
"I'm saying this for the last time. Are you going to apologize?"
Bai Youran's blood was boiling. Her hatred towards Lin Wanwan had never been so intense. "No! Never!"
"Fine!" Bai Yi's voice was ice cold. "Butler, send her to Mr. Peter in the States. It's about time she gets married!"
Bai Youran froze in place.
Married? To a man who was over fifty years old and had a dozen children?