"Who are you?" His tone was cold and threatening.
Ming Jian stepped forward decisively, his hand moving towards the sword hanging by his side without any delay.
Yes, a damn sword; coming from a martial arts family, Ming Jian liked to keep a sharp sword on him at all times.
So it wasn't weird for him to have a sword on his waist.
"W-Wait, Dad!" Ming Ming, who had unexpectedly seen her dad pull his sword out of its sheath, stepped between her father and Chen Tian. A panicked expression was on her face.
"Little Ming, move out of the way," Ming Jian growled, his eyes fixed on Chen Tian, wanting to kill him.