Madam stood next to Mr. Zhao, her eyes like torches, with a strong hatred burning within.
Zhao Baoyan took Fu Cai's hand, signaling her to leave first.
"Wait for me in the room."
"But it was his fault, why are you the one being punished?" Fu Cai looked at the steel whip, a slender piece, but thinking of the pain it could inflict was terrifying.
The old man's voice was like it was buried in ice, chillingly cold, speaking with utter indifference, "Caicai, this is the Zhao Family's rule, Grandpa promises you, nothing will happen, you go back to your room first."
If it were anyone else as Zhao Baoyan's wife, he would have surely let the woman stay to watch.
But Fu Cai was different, pampered like a princess by the Fu Family since childhood, with a fiercely protective brother, the old man didn't want to see him come here again.
Fu Cai knew they all wanted to send her away.
"Grandpa, does big brother have to accept the family punishment?" she suddenly asked.