He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

After saying that, he reached out to grab Zhang Baolai, but she shook him off forcefully.

At this moment, Zhang Baolai was completely consumed by anger, and her reason had vanished. No matter how others tried to persuade her, she turned a deaf ear.

She glared fiercely at her father and coldly snorted, "Leave? Why should I leave? You useless piece of trash! You can't even protect your own daughter, and you still have the nerve to call yourself my father?"

When Song Zhi saw that Zhang Baolai was so disrespectful to his father, he couldn't help but frown and say a few words of advice.

“Ms. Zhang, no matter what, Mr. Zhang is still your father after all…”

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Baolai suddenly seemed to have found an outlet for his anger, turning his rage towards Song Zhi and roaring, "You bitch, who do you think you are? I'm warning you, I'm not letting this go!"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi's lips twitched involuntarily. She cursed herself inwardly for being so talkative, realizing she had only herself to blame.

She shook her head helplessly, reached out and pulled Fu Lu, saying, "Let's go. Arguing with this kind of person is a waste of time and a sign of a serious illness."

As she spoke, Song Zhi prepared to pull Fu Lu away.

However, Zhang Baolai refused to give up. She immediately rushed forward, grabbed Song Zhi tightly, and threatened fiercely, "Want to leave? No way! Let me tell you, if you don't kneel down and apologize to me today, this is absolutely not over!"

At this moment, Zhang Baolai has come to a complete understanding that relying on others is far less reliable than relying on oneself.

The grievances and resentments suffered can only be vented through one's own efforts.

Song Zhi frowned and said firmly, "Let go of my hand."

As she spoke, she struggled to pull her hand back, but Zhang Baolai held on tightly, as if he would only let go if Song Zhi knelt down and admitted her mistake.

Fu Lu's face instantly darkened, and he lowered his voice and said seriously, "Let her go!"

Fu Lu exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Zhang Baolai unconsciously shrank his neck, but still stubbornly refused to let go.

She yelled at the top of her lungs, "So what if you're Lawyer Fu? Let me tell you, I'm not afraid at all! Even if it means risking the entire Zhang family, I'm going to get my revenge today!"

Seeing this, Zhang Mingguo, who was standing to the side, hurriedly stepped forward and sternly rebuked, "Zhang Baolai, let go of me right now! Do you want to put our family business in dire straits?"

Today, I was hoping to reach a cooperation agreement and get investment from the Fu family, which would save the company from its predicament. But I didn't expect that not only would I not get the investment, but my daughter would also cause such a big disaster.

Seeing that things had developed to this point, and that her father was still only scolding her, Zhang Baolai's expression turned ferocious with anger.

"The company, the company, is the only thing that matters to you! Since you care so much about your company, then I'll just destroy it!"

Zhang Baolai said angrily. After speaking, she raised her other hand and slapped Song Zhi directly.

"You bitch, you want to make a fool of me, huh? I'll beat you to death today!"

However, just as her slap was about to land, her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by Fu Lu.

In an instant, Zhang Baolai felt a sharp pain in his wrist, followed by a "crack" sound—the sound of a bone dislocating.

The next second, Zhang Baolai let out a piercing scream: "Ah! My hand! Let go! My hand is broken! Broken..."

Fu Lu did not let go; instead, he gripped Zhang Baolai's dislocated wrist even tighter. His face was grim as he said, "Who do you think you are, daring to lay a hand on my people?"

As he spoke, Fu Lu tightened his grip, and Zhang Baolai cried out in pain, her pig-like screams echoing throughout the corridor.

"Daddy, help me! My hand is going to break, Daddy..."

Tears streamed down her face, her expression one of terror, as she repeatedly pleaded with Zhang Mingguo for help.

Looking at the scene before him, Zhang Mingguo's face turned ashen, and his lips trembled as he was unable to speak.

He strode forward, trying to dissuade Fu Lu, but dared not be too forceful, and could only plead in a low voice, "Young Master Fu, please have mercy and spare my daughter. It's all our fault, father and daughter. I apologize to you here..."

However, Fu Lu was not moved by his pleas and continued to stare at Zhang Mingguo expressionlessly.

His eyes were as cold and ruthless as ice, sending chills down one's spine.

"Since Mr. Zhang can't even discipline his own daughter, I don't mind personally helping you."

Seeing that the situation was beyond repair, Zhang Guomin's legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground.

"Mr. Fu, I apologize on behalf of my daughter. Please, please don't hold it against her..."

His forehead hit the ground with a loud thud.

He never dreamed that simply wanting to take his daughter out to see the world would lead to such a disaster.

If he truly offends the Fu family, he will likely find it difficult to find a place to stay in the capital.

Song Zhi stared at the old man in front of her, who was over fifty years old but was kneeling and begging for mercy, and a feeling of pity welled up in her heart.

She lowered her voice and said, "Ninth Brother, let's forget about it."

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu violently shoved Zhang Baolai away and roared, "Get out! Don't ever show your face in front of me again!"

Zhang Baolai stumbled, clutching his dislocated head, his eyes filled with resentment.

She was unwilling to accept it, especially when she saw her father groveling and begging in front of others. Zhang Baolai felt extremely ashamed and cursed her father in her heart for being a spineless coward.

So what if the Fu family is incredibly powerful? If they make Zhang Baolai unhappy, no one else will have a good time.

Zhang Baolai roared furiously, "Zhang Mingguo, have you no shame? You actually knelt down to someone! They were clearly in the wrong first, and they even broke my hand. I'm calling the police and having them all arrested!"

After saying that, he shakily took out his phone and made a move to dial the police.

Just as she was about to dial, Zhang Mingguo suddenly reached out and slapped her hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp, loud sound of a slap echoed in the air.

"You brat, haven't you caused enough trouble?!"

Zhang Guomin finally couldn't hold back and roared loudly.

Zhang Baolai was stunned. She covered her burning cheek and stared at her father with resentment.

"How dare you hit me? You old bastard, how dare you lay a hand on me! I'm being bullied like this, and instead of helping me, you hit me?"

Her voice trembled with anger.

Zhang Guomin was so angry that he trembled all over. At this moment, he was filled with remorse.

So what if she's your own daughter?

The father and daughter had never lived together since she was a child, and no matter how hard they tried to change, her nature remained unchanged.

"Go home and stop embarrassing me here!" Zhang Guomin shouted angrily.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Baolai pointed at his nose and began to curse: "You shameless old man, you actually think I'm a disgrace? If you hadn't ignored me back then, how could I have been kidnapped by human traffickers and sold to the deep mountains to suffer so much..."