Ming Jing turned back and said, "Zhu Wentao, I thought my words were clear enough last time, but it seems you still don't understand human language."
Her expression was gentle and calm, but the words she spoke were so infuriating that they almost made a person cough up blood. This extreme contrast stimulated Zhu Wentao's adrenaline to rise rapidly.
"Unfilial daughter, I want to teach you a lesson today, or else you wouldn't know how to write the words respect and discipline. You've already lost face for our family." He looked around for something handy and spotted a feather duster on a shelf. He pulled it out and swung it at Ming Jing.
Ming shouted, "Ming Jing...!"
Ming Jing's eyes went cold, and she caught the feather duster. With a slight twist of her delicate, seemingly boneless hand around the duster, Zhu Wentao felt a numbness in his hand, and the feather duster slipped from his grasp and landed in Ming Jing's hand.
