Old Master Fu and Old Madam Fu were so focused on punishing Fu Yuxiu that they didn't notice Fu Chen and Song Fengwan's small, secretive actions.
Seeing that Fu Chen was angry, Fu Xinhan moved over to rub against him, but he was kicked on the butt again and whimpered.
"What are you whining about? Wait aside." Fu Chen lowered his head and glanced at him with narrowed eyes.
The dog immediately ran toward the corner, escaping very quickly.
Not running?
Then his life would be in danger.
At this moment, Old Zhong had already taken the ferule from upstairs. This person was the old man who had picked Song Fengwan up at the entrance of the compound the day she had arrived in the capital. Everyone called him Uncle Zhong.
The ferule was about a foot long, flat, peach wood-colored, and smooth. It was obvious that it was a bit old. Song Fengwan raised her eyebrows. When used to hit someone, this thing would definitely hurt a lot.
