Thirty strikes came down, not only was it unbearable for Jiang Yutai, even Jiang Zhengfeng, who was hitting him, was drenched in sweat, so exhausted that he couldn't straighten his back.
Each strike landed not only on Jiang Yutai but also on the hearts of everyone present.
Over the years, aside from Jiang Jingheng, Jiang Yutai was the first to be subjected to family discipline, but he wouldn't be the last.
Those who used to look down on Jiang Jingheng, or even bullied him, should be more alert—maybe they're next.
Mu Yan's gaze swept over the others present. Seeing their eyes filled with reluctance and discontent towards her, what did it matter? When she decided to stand up for Jiang Jingheng, backed by the Zhuang Family, their thoughts were never her concern.
Whether they hated her or liked her, it had nothing to do with her.
Qiu Shuyun steadied her son, her voice trembling, "Yutai, my son, wake up, don't scare your mom."
