Si Lin's eyes widened in shock, his face turned ashen, radiating a dangerous aura.
The hand holding the wine glass turned white at the joints from clenching too forcefully.
He was only twelve years old when his parents passed away early, and Si Ruo was only four.
Their close kin were all greedy for money.
They claimed they would take care of him and his sister, but in reality, each of them couldn't wait for their early demise to inherit their vast wealth.
In such an environment surrounded by wolves, he painstakingly raised Si Ruo.
He was not only Si Ruo's brother but also her father.
Jiang Moxi dared to insult Si Ruo twice in his presence, completely trampling on his bottom line!
His gaze on Jiang Moxi now was no different from a beast about to tear apart its prey.
The others in the private room, upon noticing this situation, subconsciously stopped all their actions, looking at each other.
