As he spoke, he started to unbuckle his belt.
Everyone hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him: "It's not appropriate to get physical on such a joyous day... Tomorrow, there's still time to beat him..."
Mrs. Fang said, "Why beat him here? Not only will it damage the furniture, but it will also ruin the mood. Tomorrow, take him to the backyard and beat him while hanging from a tree."
Fang Qingyun, with tears in his eyes, cried, "Mother! Are you truly my real mother?"
Mrs. Fang rubbed her fists, "Tomorrow, prepare a whip for me as well."
"..."
Fang Qingyun lowered his head, accepting his fate.
Fang Che almost burst into laughter but offered words of sympathy and comfort, "Cousin, Uncle and Aunt are doing this for your own good... don't hold any grudges..."
Fang Qingyun hugged Fang Che tightly, sobbing, "Please spare me!"
In the evening.
