Teng Zhuhai glared darkly at Ning Fan, utterly caught off guard by the sharp derision in his opponent's words.
If not for the sake of preserving his dignity, Teng Zhuhai might have transformed into a shrew and started a street argument with Ning Fan then and there.
Still, he maintained his composure and responded with a sarcastic remark.
"A guest is to be treated with respect. Surely my daughter hasn't been discourteous, has she?"
Teng Zhuhai asked, his hands clasped behind his back as he strode confidently into the hall and positioned himself beside Teng Feiyue.
As he approached, Teng Feiyue immediately stood, unwillingly relinquishing her seat and retreating in frustration.
Though he hadn't intervened earlier, Teng Zhuhai had been watching everything unfold. His inaction wasn't due to fear of Ning Fan, but rather to observe how his daughter Teng Feiyue would perform.
