C145 Repeat 6

"Palace..." "Ahh!" An Qiao wanted to call out to him, but as soon as the word "palace" appeared, a sharp pain came from her hand. It was several times more painful than before.

An Xin watched on with relief. No matter how much she hated the person in front of her, she could not bear to see him reveal such an expression in front of her. Even though he insisted that they no longer mattered.

But in the end, this person's blood still flowed through her body. She stood up and turned her head to face the Palace Lord, saying, "Let's go."

"Call him back." Gong Sheng's icy tone carried no trace of discussion.

An Qiao's pale face turned stiff. What was the point of hitting him back? She hurriedly went to see if there was anything she could do.

"What?" An Xin thought she misheard. Did he want her to call him back? Hit her father?

"If I say I'll beat him back, then I won't even be willing to touch the woman of my Palace Sage. Why should he even touch her?" Gong Sheng fixed his sharp gaze on An Qiao.

"Ah, it hurts. Mister Gong, my hand has already been cut off." How could that be possible? Seeing that Gong Sheng was ignoring him, An Qiao turned to An Xin and said, "Don't worry, quickly tell him to let go of me. I'm your father."

"Ah …" The moment An Qiao's words left her mouth, she let out another pig-slaughtering howl.

Gong Sheng Sen narrowed his cold eyes, "Father, you are not worthy."

"He really isn't worthy. Let's go." An Xin's face was already wet. She reached out her hand to wipe it away. She turned her head to look coldly at An Qiao and was about to leave.

"If you hit her back, my woman can't be beaten for nothing." Gong Sheng's words were still as cold as ever, but he didn't give in in in the slightest.

"You, don't act recklessly. I am her father. She will be struck by lightning when she hits me." An Qiao had already broke out in a cold sweat as she anxiously looked at Gong Sheng.

Gong Sheng seemed to have heard what he said, as he nodded, then waved to the waiter behind him, "Come here, male attendants."

Soon, a waiter came forward and respectfully greeted, "Mister Gong, what are your orders?"

"This person hit my woman just now. Beat him back until his face can't recognize him." Gong Sheng pulled An Qiao to the front of the waiter.

An Qiao fell to the ground, frightened, "You, don't act recklessly. I'll tell you this, my son-in-law is Crown Prince Jing. If you dare touch me, I'll tell him that he definitely won't let you off."

"Fight." Gong Sheng stretched out his arms to embrace An Xin before giving the order coldly.

Compared to the palace, this small Jing Clan did not have much of a reputation in the T city. Plus, this coffee shop was the palace's coffee shop, so it had nothing to do with the Jing Clan.

The waiter stepped forward and grabbed the collar of An Qiao's shirt. Then, he flung it at her face.

"Pa, pa, pa." The waiter didn't know how long he would take to hit him a few more times, but seeing that the Palace Lord was still standing there, he could only take the hit and continue to hit him.

"Ah, don't worry. Although I'm not your biological father, I raised you up. Are you going to let people hit me like that?" After being hit, An Qiao's face turned into a burning pain.

An Xin wanted to leave a long time ago, but she was carried by the Palace Sage. She initially could not bear to see her father being slapped in his face, but at this moment, she heard him say: "Even though I'm not your biological father." The unbearable feeling in his heart also disappeared.

It seemed that she had been raised by her mother since she left the An clan at the age of six.