C50 Lower Your Head!

Before Liao Lan had a chance to act, laughter echoed from outside.

"Meng Huai, I hear you're throwing a little class reunion?"

A robust laugh filled the room as everyone turned to see a middle-aged man with streaks of silver in his black hair enter.

His smile faded when he noticed the handprint on Meng Huai's face, his expression turning grim.

"What happened here?"

"Dad..