Wang Yingzhi's voice became smaller and smaller as she initially thought it was completely normal and justifiable.
But now, under the stern glares of the old man and Sheng Hanyu, she eventually ran out of confidence and couldn't go on.
The old man's face was so dark it seemed it could drip ink as he asked his eldest son, "Sheng Jiang, did you know about this as well?"
Sheng Jiang couldn't look the old man in the eye, but he didn't dare to lie: "Yes," he murmured softly.
"Bang!"
The old man grabbed the teacup and hurled it at his son. Sheng Jiang dodged, and the teacup flew past his ear, crashing to the ground and shattering.
Daughters-in-law couldn't be hit, but his own son was fair game.
Sheng Jiang took the blow meant for Wang Yingzhi; everyone saw what had happened, except Wang Yingzhi did not.
"Dad, what are you doing? Why hit Ah Jiang suddenly? He didn't provoke you."
