Lin Gantang was speechless. Domestic violence?
She saw the bruise on Wen Yanqing's chin that had not completely disappeared.
Lin Gantang was speechless.
Mr. Lin stood up, picked up his slippers, and prepared to beat her up.
"Dad, it wasn't me!" Lin Gantang hurriedly hid behind Wen Yanqing.
"Not you? Did Yanqing crash into the wall himself?" Mr. Lin did not believe her and picked up his shoes.
"He was fighting with someone..."
"Rubbish! Who do you think Yanqing is? Is he someone like you who constantly gets into fights?"
"Dad, calm down!" Lin Gantang squealed as she dodged blow after blow.
Lin Zhaonan, who had just returned home, witnessed the "lively" scene. He calmly came in, put down his briefcase, and sat on the sofa, pouring himself a cup of tea.
He liked it when the house was lively. Look! Wasn't it a wonderful, heartwarming scene?
