Song Ze's clothes were torn by the whip, a long trail of blood running from his shoulder down to his armpit.
"If the Song Family has to maintain their so-called glory like this, they might as well fall early," to avoid their little remaining humanity being ground away by power and influence.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Father struck again with the whip.
Song Ze didn't dodge or hide, allowing himself to be whipped.
"You're saying that you're wrong," Song Father lifted the whip again.
"I'm not wrong." Even if he were beaten to death, he would still believe he had done nothing wrong.
"You disobedient son..."
As the whip was about to fall once more, a person rushed out from the side and grabbed the whip, "Husband, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to beat him to death." Song Father's face was flushed red with anger, Song Ze was afraid he would faint from rage, he wanted to persuade him, but didn't know how to.
