Wang Qing argued, saying, "Dad, what reason do you have to make me kneel?"
Without saying anything, Wang Qing's father kicked her knee. "If I ask you to kneel, then kneel. Cut the crap!" He did not hold back with his kick. Wang Qing knelt on the ground with a plop. Her soft knees made contact with the gravel and stone floor, causing her face to frown from the pain. "Dad, are you crazy? Why are you asking me to kneel? Oh my God, my knee hurts. Help me up."
At that moment, a melodious male voice sounded from behind Mr. Wang. "President Wang, it looks like your daughter doesn't want to kneel."
Wang Qing raised her head and met Gu Zheng's handsome peach blossom eyes. She was stunned for a moment. She had never seen such a good-looking man. His face looked like it had been carefully sculpted and was a work of art. It made her wonder if he really existed in this world.
"No, it's nothing like that."
