Jing Shun's lips turned white from the pain, but he still joked around cheekily, "I've been raised on beatings since I was young. If I don't get hit every three days, I'll be up to no good. My biggest strength is my ability to take a beating. A few hits are nothing to me, and I'll be back to my lively self in a few days. Sister-in-law, you don't have to worry about me."
"Who's worried about you?" Ye Qingci glanced at him, "If the old master had used a whip instead of a stick, I would've snatched the whip and lashed you hundreds of times myself! What did you do? How could you let someone take those kinds of photos and then let them make the front-page headlines? Will you even be able to get married after this?"