Such complex hairpin-tying rules were a lot for a grown man to drone on about, and Pei Qin grew so impatient she was on the verge of lashing out, "If you have something to say, just say it; if you have to fart, just fart. What's with all the nagging!?"
Pei Zongli was taken aback, seeing her eyes sharp as knives, her irritable demeanor, "Qinqin! These are all hairpin-tying rules; I am your father, of course, I have to arrange it!"
"Now I also feel like 'arranging' it for you!" Pei Qin lifted her leg high and kicked him right in the face.
To prevent Lady Zhu from saying anything unpleasant, Qian Wanxiu had come over, which only made Pei Qin more irritable. So Pei Zongli was alone, carrying stuff and hurrying over with the horse-drawn carriage. He had only heard his family say Pei Qin was wildly arrogant and vicious when hitting people, and when he returned and saw the black and blue on Lady Chen's face, he still didn't quite believe it.
