Shen Qingqing complained.
The old man roared, "You even snatched Qingqing's wallet, are you human or not!"
Saying this, he swung his cane at Jiang Zhixun.
This time, Madam Jiang was too late to stop it, and Jiang Zhixun received a heavy strike.
His solid build echoed with a loud sound.
Madam Jiang was displeased, "Dad, Zhixun is injured, don't break him!"
The old man: "His skin is thick, breaking him would be a miracle!"
Stubborn as ever, Madam Jiang could only check on her son, "Did it hurt? We're already in the hospital, if there's anything wrong, we can have a check-up."
It hurt a bit.
But he soon recovered.
Jiang Zhixun turned to look at Shen Qingqing, "It hurts."
Shen Qingqing: "..."
If it hurts, go see a doctor. What's the use of looking at her!
Averted her eyes, avoiding eye contact with Jiang Zhixun.
She felt a headache now, unable to recall the matters between them, always feeling that whatever she said or did seemed inappropriate.
Simply kept her mouth shut.
