When Old Mr. Gong arrived, Lin Zhiyi immediately pushed Gong Chen away.
With his injured leg, Gong Chen's body swayed on the bed before steadying himself, his gaze darkening as he looked at Lin Zhiyi.
"Go back first."
"Okay."
Lin Zhiyi thought about it and agreed.
This matter, indeed, was not something she could explain all by herself.
But as she was about to leave, the door was forcefully pushed open.
As soon as the old man entered and saw the injured Gong Chen, his gaze was filled with fury.
When his eyes swept over Lin Zhiyi, he delivered a loud slap.
"Is this how you repay the Gong Family for raising you? Such a disgrace to the family!"
Lin Zhiyi's body hadn't recovered, and she slammed into the wall, seeing stars and bleeding from her mouth.
Yet, the old man was not appeased, and his hand swung back to strike again.
But it was intercepted mid-air by Gong Chen.