"You're harming him by defending him like this!" Shen Dashan was so angry that his face turned red. He growled angrily, "No matter what reason Shen Zhang has, it will never be an excuse for him to enter and leave the brothel!"
After Shen Dashan retrieved the rattan, he looked coldly at Shen Zhang, who was kneeling in the middle of the central room. His usually gentle eyes were filled with sharpness. "Give me your hand!"
Second Brother Shen, who was kneeling on the ground, silently opened his palm.
The moment the rattan landed on his palm, it made a dull sound.
The onlookers could not bear to look at it.
One hit after another, Shen Zhang's palm was swollen to the point where it was unbearable to look at.
Shen Zhang furrowed his brows tightly as tears welled up in his eyes.
"Father, stop!" Second Sister-in-law Shen hurriedly hugged Second Brother Shen, her heart aching.
