In just a few seconds, his wrist had turned red, with five finger marks clearly visible.
"Dad, calm down! Calm down!"
Zhuang Chaoying placated his father in a humble voice while turning to roar at Zhou Cheng, "Jingcheng, apologize to your grandpa right now!"
"Apologize?" Zhou Cheng sneered, glanced disdainfully at Father Zhuang, then said to Zhuang Chaoying:
"Dad, is something wrong with your eyes? He was about to hit Xiaoting, and you want me to apologize to him?"
Zhuang Chaoying was already seething, his whole body like an iron barrel packed with gunpowder. Provoked by Zhou Cheng's expression and tone, he could no longer hold himself back.
"What do you mean, hit Xiaoting? Your grandpa just got carried away and wanted to scare her! You certainly moved fast!"
Zhou Cheng said flatly, "You know perfectly well whether he was just scaring her. What's the point of deceiving yourself now?"
He paused, then added, "But I can understand. You're used to it, after all. Just like how you know Grandpa and Grandma favor Third Uncle, but still pretend you don't and insist on playing the devoted son. If you want to pretend, that's your business. I've never wanted to be some dutiful son or worthy grandson, so don't try to impose your rules on me."
"You unfilial brat! What nonsense are you spouting!" Zhuang Chaoying's face instantly flushed crimson. He was both mortified and furious, as though the cloth covering his shame had been ripped away in public.
"See? There you go again! What's the point of deceiving yourself? Don't you know whether I'm talking nonsense?"
Zhou Cheng did not indulge Zhuang Chaoying in the slightest.
Father Zhuang had crossed the line by raising a hand against Zhuang Xiaoting. Instead of protecting his daughter, Zhuang Chaoying was making excuses for