Having been Song Xingfeng's wife for many years, Mrs. Liu naturally understood him. She knew Song Xingfeng both respected and hated Lin Shuniang, and she also knew just what to say to hit him where it hurt.
Song Xingfeng thought of how he had been overshadowed by Lin Shuniang's reputation all these years, and his heart filled with an indescribable pity for Song Lianhe. They were both burdened by their birth.
Then, looking at Song Lianhe's cold and indifferent face, he seemed to see that proud and insufferably arrogant Lin Shuniang, and disgust instantly welled up inside him.
"Fine. Since you refuse to repent today, don't blame me for enforcing the family discipline!"
He brandished the Tiger Tail Whip, raising it high with a severe expression, and swung it down at her—
A vicious lash landed heavily on her back.
