"Bastard! You've completely disgraced the Qin Family!" Qin Dingshan glared at Qin Jia on the ground, his eyes full of loathing and venom. "I told you over and over not to clash with An Yiqing today, did you take my words as nothing but the wind!"
Qin Jia lay on the ground, her right ear ringing on and off, her face burning, and her broken wrist growing increasingly painful. She was somewhat dazed, and hearing Qin Dingshan's words only added to her sense of injustice. Without even looking at Qin Dingshan's face, she looked up and cried out, "Grandpa, are you hitting me for that An Yiqing?!"
