Looking at his son's smiling, still naive face, Zhang He silently took off the belt from his waist. With an almost icy tone, he said, "Come here."
Zhang Linlin was so scared that he quickly hid behind Bai Shuirong. Seeing this, Bai Shuirong's expression changed slightly. She quickly scolded, "Zhang He, what are you doing?!"
Zhang He took a deep breath, his face full of anger. "What am I doing? It's all because of him that this family has suffered this catastrophe! I must teach him a lesson today!" As he spoke, he tried to drag Zhang Linlin towards him.
Unfortunately, Bai Shuirong always stood in his way, giving him no chance. She even began to scream.
"He's your son, but he's also my grandson!" she cried. "Why are you so angry? Taking it out on a child? What kind of skill is that? The ones who made you pay were Qin Mu and the court. If you're so capable, why did you chicken out when the court was in session? As long as I'm here today, you won't touch a hair on my grandson!"
