"You've disappointed me so much," Jun Qing shook his head repeatedly.
"Disappointed? Ha..." Wuyang scoffed with irony, "Yes, in your heart, only Jun Moyan is your real son. Whatever I do, I can't compare to him. In your heart, my mother will never compare to that dead wretched woman... *smack.*"
No sooner had Wuyang finished speaking than a sharp slap resounded fiercely.
Wuyang's face was struck to one side, he almost hadn't expected to be slapped, and it took him a moment to regain his senses.
He turned his head back, looking incredulously at the furious Jun Qing.
"Jun Qing, what are you doing?" Madame Jun rushed over at once.
"Jun Qing, have you lost your mind? Why did you hit Wuyang?" Old Lady Jun looked at the imprint of the slap on Wuyang's face, heartbroken.
