Qi Qingfeng, having lived a life of luxury for many years, had put on weight, with flesh bulging at both cheeks. A slap to his face resounded loudly or not, that wasn't certain, but the flesh on his face certainly quivered upon impact, and the fat on the other cheek wobbled out and then bounced back.
Bai Ruozhu couldn't help but curve her eyes in amusement—the scene was quite comical indeed.
"Forgive me, Madam Bai. It's my fault for not knowing how to speak properly and disturbing your peace. It's all my fault," Qi Qingfeng said as he delivered another crisp slap to his other cheek.
Qi Ting, who had fallen to the ground, sat up with a scornful look in her eyes. She found her father's behavior utterly embarrassing. Surely, if she had been the daughter of her eldest uncle, she wouldn't have been treated like this, right?