*
In the study.
The night grew deeper by a few shades.
The military police called, saying that Xiaotao had already been punished by the family rules.
Ya Chen hung up the phone.
The door to the study was pushed open, and someone came in.
Footsteps light as a breeze slipping through the door crack.
The footsteps were too familiar. He couldn't help but frown.
Chu Xinyue's weak voice floated over, "Xiaotao's injuries are a bit severe."
Ya Chen spoke coldly, "That's what she deserves."
"Deserves it? Just because she accidentally hurt Lan Yurou, causing her to bleed a little, she should be beaten until she's unconscious, feverish, and unable to get out of bed?"
Ya Chen stood up, picked up the Metal Cane from the classical peach and pear wood coat rack beside him, and pointed towards the study door, issuing an eviction order, "It's late. I'm going to rest. You should return to your room as well."
