Gim Hall got up on the sofa and his wound was pulled again. His face went paler and now it almost had no blood.
Vichy looked coldly at the quarrel between the father and son. She thought it would be a pleasure to watch the dog bite the dog.
Lawrence looked at him like this and immediately became angry. "What, do you still want to disobey me?"
"Now that the wedding has been held, I only admit this Mrs. Hall. Father, I don't want to be your enemy, but don't force me!" Gim Hall said it word by word, extremely cold.
Lawrence raised his hand and was about to slap him, but when he saw his child’s weak appearance, his hand ultimately did not fall down, "Tomorrow morning, I will make a statement that today's wedding is just a propaganda campaign, and you can stop this nonsense."
Gim sneered.
