His motion of applying the ointment paused for a moment, then he frowned and looked at her.
"You're used to it? Do you get beaten often?"
"Yeah." She nodded.
"Is it always your dad who hits you?"
"Yeah, because I keep making mistakes. Dad says that hitting me more will help me remember."
"Misleading the youth, this method of education is the stupidest one." There was a trace of anger in his tone. If the other party wasn't her dad, he might have gone to teach him a lesson himself.
"You're not allowed to speak ill of my dad. Mom says Dad is doing it for my own good. If I don't learn now, I'll make bigger mistakes in the future."
"Someone like you, what big mistake could you possibly make?"
"You look down on me?!" She frowned slightly, her expression full of a spirit that rather be killed than humiliated.
"Little girl, you're just a child, but your temper isn't small." He said as he raised his hand again.
