Situ Jin received a loud slap on the face. Five bright red finger prints suddenly appeared on his originally white face. Then, the slapped half of his face became slightly swollen.
"Snapped!"
Then, there was another crisp sound, and there were five clear fingerprints on the other side of the face.
Situ Jin stood there silently, letting his cheeks be slapped back and forth several times. Although his face hurt, he was so scared that he didn't dare to refute.
"Do you know how stupid what you did tonight is?" Situ Fan asked, staring at Situ Jin angrily.
"Dad, I know I was wrong." Situ Jin said with a trembling voice. "But, I just want revenge."
"Retaliation?" Situ Fan became even more angry. He raised his hand again and slapped Situ Jin before saying. "To take revenge on a person, do you need to involve all the Situ family? To take revenge on a person, you didn't know how to investigate before.
Are you looking for his background?"
"I-----I checked." Situ Jin said cautiously. "His name is Yan Murong, from Yanjing."
"What else?" Situ Fan asked with eyes wide open.
"No - I don't know anymore." Situ Jin said. "I only found this out from Mr. Zheng."
"Master Zheng? Which Master Zheng?"
"Yanjing, Zheng Wuming."
"He?" Situ Fan was shocked.
"Yes, it's Mr. Zheng." Situ Jin asked doubtfully. "What's wrong, Dad?"
"What's wrong?" Situ Fan was almost mad at his idiot son. He pointed at Situ Jin for a long time, his fingers were trembling but he didn't hit him - it wasn't that he didn't want to hit him, but it was useless to hit him again.
"What's wrong?" Situ Fan shouted angrily. "What have you been doing outside all day? I don't care what you do, but haven't you heard anything about Yanjing?"
"What happened in Yanjing? What happened in Yanjing?" Situ Jin's swollen face looked like a pig's head, full of doubts.
"What are you talking about?" Situ Fan was really angry with his idiot son. He was about to raise his hand and slap Situ Jin on the face again, but was interrupted.
"Okay, what's going on with all the noise at night?" On the second floor, a gray-haired old man appeared at the stairs, frowning at Situ Fan and his son and asked in a deep voice.
"Dad, why are you down here?" Situ Fan quickly ran over, helped the old man down, and sat on the sofa and said. "It's getting late, be careful of catching a cold."
"You are all frying down there. If I don't come down, why don't you two lift the roof off for me?" Situ Jin, who looked at Situ Wutian and almost didn't recognize him, asked. "What's going on?
Who hit him?"
Situ Jin did not dare to speak. He just turned his eyes away from his father and looked at Situ Wutian with an aggrieved look.
"Why did you hit Xiao Jin?" Situ Wutian looked at Situ Fan and asked in a deep voice.
"Dad, do you know what this bastard did?" It was better not to say it. As soon as he mentioned it, Situ Fan's temper rose again, and he told the old man everything that Situ Jin had done.
Situ Wutian's face was expressionless, as if what he was hearing was not about his family. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he wanted to fall asleep.
Situ Jin was a little scared when he saw his grandfather's expression. He was not afraid of him scolding him, even if he slapped himself a few more times, it would be fine, but now that he didn't speak, it made him feel a little scared.
"grandfather-----"
Situ Jin wanted to explain a few words, but was interrupted by Situ Wutian waving his hand.
"Okay, I get it."
After saying that, Situ Wutian lost his voice again, and the entire hall of the villa seemed extremely quiet.
"Hey!" For a long time, when Situ Jin thought that his old man was about to fall asleep, Situ Wutian sighed and said, "Invite him here tomorrow and I will meet him in person."
After saying that, Situ Wutian stood up, refused Situ Fan's support, and walked upstairs alone.
"You-----" Situ Fan tapped Situ Jin with his finger, then turned and walked upstairs, leaving Situ Jin standing downstairs with a gloomy look on his face.
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"It's so late, where are you going?" Yan Murong looked at Teng Xiangling who was concentrating on driving and asked ----- This woman has been driving around the road since she came out of Situ's house. It has been almost an hour without saying a word.
Say, it makes people feel scared just looking at it.
"Can you say something? Even if you want to find a place where no one is around to kill me, let me die clearly, okay?"
"Just say something and I'll beg you."
"If you don't say anything, I'll jump out of the car."
With that said, Yan Murong actually opened the car door a crack, and then the instrument panel in front of Teng Xiangling started beeping "beep, beep, beep."
"squeak!"
Teng Xiangling stepped on the brakes heavily, and after a harsh sound of tires scraping the ground, the car stopped.
"You bastard!" Teng Xiangling scolded.
Am I a bastard? Yan Murong was scolded a bit inexplicably - you begged me, no, I helped you because you were threatening me. It wasn't like I didn't explain it clearly before, so why am I a bastard now?
Yan Murong feels a little regretful now. She really regrets that she didn't listen to the old man's words - don't be a hero in whatever you do. Heroes don't live long.
"Why?" Yan Murong asked inexplicably.
"Why do you think you are?" Teng Xiangling almost shouted. "Who are you? Who am I? Why do you regard me as a bet? I am not Su Qingwu, I am Teng Xiangling -
----She is her and I am me."
Only now did Yan Murong understand that the woman Qing said she didn't mind, but she still did in her heart. It was just that he had asked her clearly at that time, and she said she didn't mind.
"-----" Yan Murong didn't know what to say to calm down Miss Tengda's anger-----It wasn't just a day or two with her. Yan Murong had already understood this truth. A woman has two mouths and says
Everything is reasonable, even if I say something against the sky, it is still unreasonable.
"Are you worried that if I push too hard, your Teng family will be hurt?" The two were silent for a long time before Yan Murong asked.
"-----" Teng Xiangling stopped talking again, but the surprise in her eyes was very obvious. She didn't think about it. She obviously concealed it very well, how could he still see it?
The surprise in Teng Xiangling's eyes did not escape Yan Murong's eyes. He smiled and said, "I don't do anything I'm not sure about - don't worry, I estimate someone will call me soon."
Already."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Murong's phone started to ring.
"Hey, how's it going?" Yan Murong waved his phone at Teng Xiangling and said with a proud expression as if I had hit the mark. "Here's a call."