Qin Mu forced a slight smile.
Qin Dad, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it any longer and quickly raised his hand to give Qin Mu a hard slap.
The sound of the slap was extremely piercing.
Old Mr. Qin's eyes widened, for Qin Dad was his own son, but his son's temperament had never followed his own; his son was too gentle, while he was undoubtedly the volatile type.
He never expected the usually gentle Qin Dad to actually hit someone. These three sons, both Qin Dad and Qin Mom, loved dearly.
It was only Old Mr. Qin who sometimes, in anger, would beat the eldest and the second, but he couldn't bear to touch the third.
"Qin San, you've gone too far, get out, the Qin Family doesn't have a son like you."
Qin Dad's strength was considerable, and Qin Mu could almost feel the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Qin Mu forced a slight smile, looking at Qin Dad's stubborn and harsh expression, his heart ached like it was being cut open.
