Feeling that he had not hit anyone, Old Man Chen grew even more furious, bracing himself against the small table as he tried to stand up and continue the beating, "You dare to dodge! Getting cocky, aren't we!"
Chen Shimei did not want to make the situation too embarrassing and chided impatiently, "Enough, don't hit anymore! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
It was the first time Old Man Chen had been scolded like this by his son and he could not save face, but remembering that he would have to rely on his son and Wang Qiaoxin for a comfortable life in the future, Old Man Chen, although unhappy, still did not retort. As he begrudgingly put down his walking stick, he couldn't help but wave it at Aunt Chen in one last act of defiance.
