Shao Mingyang clutched his burning left cheek, looking incredulously at Shao Zhengru, "Dad, did you really hit me?"
Mei Ying, too, was startled by his behavior and, despite feeling heartache for her son, stepped forward to pull him away.
"You are in the wrong this time. No matter what, Shao He is your sister, and it is never your place to criticize her."
"Mom, how can you also..."
Mei Ying gave him a look that suggested he should keep his mouth shut.
Shao Mingyang could only turn his head away, holding back his frustration.
Shao He, witnessing the theatrics of her family, remained impassive and spoke with extreme coldness, "If you are not here for treatment, please leave."
Seeing the unyielding figure, Shao Zhengru felt helpless and once again invoked the mention of her mother.
"Your mother has not been in good shape recently. How about I send her to Anji Hall for you to examine?"
Finally, Shao He reacted and nodded slightly, "Alright."