"Dad, what should we do now?!" Lin Ke's face was deathly pale, completely devoid of her previous arrogance and insolence.
Silence fell upon Lin Xian and Hong Desheng.
The entire hall was filled with a suffocating stillness.
"Dad, you, say something!" Lin Ke pleaded anxiously.
"Impudent!" Suddenly, Lin Xian, who had been silent, stood up abruptly and roared furiously, "This is all your fault! How well I know your temperament. If you were not at fault, why would Fei Hou have laid a hand on you?!" With that, he slapped her face, and the imprint of his five fingers appeared distinctively on Lin Ke's face once more.
Lin Ke, holding her face, stared blankly at her father, tears suddenly streaming down her eyes. Her father had always doted on her, coddled her so much she could have melted in his mouth, and now, he had hit her!
The more Lin Ke thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and her crying grew louder.
