Shock, bewilderment.
Qin Yejun had a clear slap mark on his left cheek. He looked at his father, astonishment in his eyes.
"Dad——"
Qin Mofeng was also stunned, looking at his grandfather in disbelief.
Weilan was a bit bewildered too.
To know that Qin Yejun was slapped in his current position is indeed humiliating, especially in the presence of an outsider and his own son; he must be feeling very embarrassed now.
After slapping, the old man wobbled a bit before quickly sitting down on the sofa, looking at his son fiercely: "Do you know why I hit you?"
Qin Yejun opened his mouth, his face was very bad, ashen, yet he said: "Dad, I know I was wrong."
The old man closed his eyes, taking a long time before he spoke: "You will personally take your sister to the police station, tell them to investigate according to the law. We don't want any favors; if others face it, so will we. Let the whole society supervise."
Qin Yejun's face turned even more ashen.
