"Dad!"
"Ziheng!"
The couple cried out in alarm.
The brown tea spilled onto Lu Ziheng's white shirt, the teacup first hit his chin, then "clang" dropped to the ground, smashing to pieces.
Qin Yun hurried over, "Ziheng, does it hurt? You child, really... why didn't you dodge?"
As someone trained in martial arts for many years, although Lu Mingxiao was now older, he still exercised diligently every day, his physical condition was exceptionally good, and his blows were heavy... Seeing his beloved son's perfect chin now cut and bleeding, Qin Yun was truly distressed.
Old Master Lu was also somewhat stunned.
He hadn't expected to actually hit his target; he was just... used to throwing things in anger all his life. Every time Lu Nancheng and Lu Beichuan would dodge like slippery monkeys, so why was this third son so clumsy!
Although Lu Xianqing also felt distressed for his son, at the moment, he could only console his father first, "Dad, calm down, watch your blood pressure."
