Jiang Hong's home.
She had just stepped through the door when Jiang Jiuming slapped her, and Jiang Hong, terrified, covered her face and didn't dare to make a sound.
She had never seen Jiang Jiuming look so angry before.
"Old Jiang, what are you doing?" Liu Xiaoqin had just returned from chatting outside, and as she was about to open the door, she heard a slap. When she entered, she saw Jiang Hong holding her face, too scared to even cry.
Even though Jiang Hong was a girl, and Liu Xiaoqin somewhat resented her because Jiang Hong's presence had demoted her status in the Jiang Family,
seeing her daughter so wronged still made Liu Xiaoqin feel hurt.
"What am I doing? You should ask your good daughter what she has done!" Jiang Jiuming angrily sat in the chair, arms folded across his chest.
"What happened?" Liu Xiaoqin felt a sudden jolt in her heart, "Xiao Hong, look at you, what on earth is going on? Hurry and apologize to your dad, look at how angry you've made him."
