"Honey, I—!!"
"Kneel!!"
Xue Zheng was livid, leaving Madam Xue no room to argue. He lashed the whip down mercilessly.
Madam Xue screamed in pain and immediately dropped to her knees.
"Honey, please let me explain! I did this for Xue Mei's sake; I just never expected to target the wrong person."
"Shut up! None of you use your heads or consult me before you act so recklessly. You all deserve punishment—"
Even though Madam Xue kept pleading for mercy, Xue Zheng's rage wouldn't subside, and the whip in his hand continued swinging relentlessly.
Each strike landed viciously on Madam Xue's body, pulling tortured screams from her lips.
Xue Mei stood frozen on the side, paralyzed with fear.
"Honey, stop hitting me! This is all part of a conspiracy!" Madam Xue, writhing in pain, couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly concocted a scheme of her own, blurting it out.
