Wendy said with some fear, "Natasha, don't do this. I know you don't like me. I'm just... Worried."

"No, Wendy, don't go near my father, otherwise, I will never forgive you."

Winson patted the table and snapped, "why don't you spare her?"

Wendy looked back at Winson and begged in a low voice, "Winson, don't mind. Natasha's angry."

No matter what Winson thinks, I can't let Wendy get close to my father.

"Wendy, I know you're protected by Winson. But if you dare to approach my father, I'll die with you."

Winson was completely annoyed.

He strode to my side, dragged me outside and scolded me, "aren't you afraid of...