Qi Family
After three days of recuperation, Qi Zihua's face was barely presentable. However, his body was covered with soft tissue injuries, and any movement caused pain, making his walk a painful limp.
Madam Qi, looking at her precious son, was heartbroken, "Son, aren't you a karate coach? How could you lose in a fight?"
"They had more people!" Qi Zihua was even more frustrated.
He believed he had excellent martial arts skills, but in the end... it was difficult to fend off many fists with just two hands.
"Don't be angry, your father has already called the Liang Family, and he will definitely make Liang Qiu come to our door to apologize to you," said Madam Qi.
"That's not enough! I have to hit back! Let him taste what it's like to be beat up," he retorted.
"This..." Madam Qi was troubled, "I'm afraid that won't be possible. Old Master Liang has already apologized to us over the phone. We should forgive where forgiveness is due."
