"No, it was accidentally scratched by a cat." Li Zecheng didn't want his uncle to know about his fight with Qiao An. After all, a good man didn't fight with women. Although he was injured more seriously, it seemed like he was in the wrong.
Li Xiaoran said, "Then go to the hospital for a tetanus shot."
Li Zecheng rolled his eyes at him speechlessly and could only tell the truth. "I fought with Qiao An."
Li Xiaoran's face was livid. He picked up a fly swatter and slapped it on Li Zecheng's head. "Bastard, a good man doesn't fight with women. Are you still a man?"
Li Zecheng covered his head and cried out aggrievedly, "I didn't hit her. She hit me."
Li Xiaoran threw the fly swatter on the coffee table and then looked at Li Zecheng with a smile, gloating.
"Why did she hit you?"
How could Li Zecheng dare to tell the truth?
Li Xiaoran grabbed the fly swatter again and threatened Li Zecheng. "Are you going to tell me or not?"
