As soon as Sheng Yunwen finished speaking, Sheng Xueqian's contained tears immediately fell.
Old Master Sheng glared angrily, bellowing:
"Sheng Yunwen, are you still human? Brawling? Do you call this brawling?"
Gently, the old master lifted the gauze on Sheng Xueqian's forehead, and the startling wound made even Sheng Yunwen frown.
Honestly, if it had been his darling daughter whose face had been damaged, he would have been relentless too.
"It wasn't intentional on Xueqin's part either. The transfer is of great significance, and she has always been competitive, so she lost her restraint for a moment. Dad, please don't hold it against her."
Old Master Sheng's anger was already flaring, and the more reasonable and concessionary Sheng Xueqian acted, the more he resented Sheng Xueqin's arrogance and domineering behavior.
"It's not about me holding a grudge now, nor is it about Xueqian taking issue. We have to accommodate your daughter now!