"Family Head, Family Head."
A few servants saw the situation and hurried forward to help their master up.
Sixth Ding was so disoriented by Lin Baizhong's blow that he couldn't tell east from west. After being helped up by his men, he shook his head a few times to clear his mind, then angrily looked in Lin Baizhong's direction.
"Lin Baizhong, how dare you hit me, the Family Head?!"
He had never been hit by anyone in his entire life. In the past, anyone who saw him treated him with respect.
Even Ding Zhuzui would respectfully call him Sixth Uncle, yet now he had been struck by Lin Baizhong here.
How was he supposed to maintain his dignity like this?
"If I, as the Commander, don't hit you, should I wait for you to hit me?" Lin Baizhong asked coldly, looking at Sixth Ding.
"Ugh!"
Sixth Ding was at a loss for words.
He had almost kicked Lin Baizhong just now, but so what? Was it his fault that Lin Baizhong opened the door and stepped right into his path?
