"Slap!"
An Meiqi's face immediately swelled up from a slap.
What was most unbelievable for her was that her father basically had never hit her in his life; today was the second time he laid a hand on her.
"Her dad, what are you doing? The child already has a concussion, and you're hitting her like this now. Aren't you afraid her concussion will get worse? What if there's actually something wrong with her brain in the future, and you have nowhere to cry."
"Why can't you just talk it out? Why are you learning to use violence now?"
Liu Jie hurriedly checked her daughter's cheek.
Pained, she quickly fetched a towel to prepare a cold compress for her daughter.
An Xin slammed the door shut.
"You're still worried about her concussion; you should worry whether I can continue sitting in the director's position. You should worry whether your brother's vice-dean position can remain secure."
An Xin was in panic. Both he and Liu Ming realized things weren't looking good this time.
