No matter how much Old Master Cui hated her in the beginning, he had never hit her. But now, he hit her for a b*tch!
"Take a good look for yourself. Is this how you teach your good daughters to speak?"
Towards the end, Old Master Cui's voice became louder and angrier. He stared at Jia Ling and raised his hand to hit her again.
Jia Ling was so frightened that she hurriedly hugged her head and fled.
"I was wrong, Dad. Don't hit me. The children are all here!"
"You still know that there are children around, but you still use these methods. Don't think I can't tell that you're scheming."
Jia Ling covered her face and looked in Old Master Cui's direction with red eyes. No matter how dissatisfied she was, she did not dare to speak about it.
She sobbed and lowered her head.
"Grandpa, why did you hit Mom?"
