In the Ning Family's living room.
"You Little Brat!"
Elder Ning was so angry that he was gasping for breath. The crutch that was originally used as a decoration was also pushed toward Ning Yiyuan. "You have quite the guts! In front of so many people, you still dare to say that you tampered with them? Are you saying that our Ning Family isn't big enough to attract attention?"
The wrist-thick walking stick hit Ning Yiyuan's body again and again, making a series of muffled sounds.
Ning Yiyuan did not say a word. His back was straightened after being hit by the stick.
"Say something!" Ning Yiyuan's silence made the elder even angrier. He could not help but think of the sarcastic expressions of those old men in the meeting, but he could not refute them...
At the thought of this, the old man's strength increased even more.
Although he was old, he still had enough strength to hit people.
One stick after another, the wind whistled!
