The solid hardwood struck down on the bone with indescribable pain, not to mention that every hit landed precisely on the wound.
Feng Chengjin's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Given his temperament, he would have evaded, but seeing his father, who was unsteady due to gout, slightly swaying, he didn't dare to dodge and had to endure it all.
In the end, amidst Ye Xilan's swift, sharp yell, she came running over, finally stopping everything from continuing to happen.
Ye Xilan, with tears in her eyes, choked and hoarsely spoke with a voice that was never hers, "Jing Country! What are you doing! You hardly beat him when he was young, and now he's grown, with a niece and nephew who are adults. What can't he solve himself? Why are you using your hands? Can't things be said properly?"
