Escape

Upon seeing Wang Ke's attitude, Han Feng, who was standing nearby, stepped forward, kicking Wang Ke squarely, causing him to immediately spit out blood.

Yet even so, Wang Ke looked at Jiang Peihuan with mocking eyes, "I never even took your father seriously. As for you, I care even less."

"It doesn't matter whether you take me seriously or not. What matters is, do you care about your family?"

"What do you mean?"

Hearing this, a hint of panic flashed in Wang Ke's eyes.

Jiang Peihuan, however, remained composed. She didn't look at Wang Ke, but instead signaled to Han Feng. A moment later, a young boy was brought over.

The boy, who appeared to be around three or four years old, began to cry out upon seeing Wang Ke.

"Xu Er?"

Upon seeing his son, Wang Ke's expression changed.

Gazing darkly at Jiang Peihuan, Wang Ke coldly said, "What did you do with my son?"

"Of course, it's to threaten you."

"You?"