The bitter wind howled desolately.
Chen Ji stepped over the threshold of the back hall of Chen Mansion, not looking back as he strode away.
Having been through much, when Chen Ji looked back at Chen Wenxiao, he felt that the other was merely a minor nuisance, akin to a small pebble on the road that could be kicked aside or simply ignored.
But Chen Ji held grudges.
Outside the back hall of Chen Mansion, Chen Wenxiao was held down on a long bench by a servant, who hesitated to beat him.
Chen Liqin stood on the steps, his tone stern as he said, "Hit him, why aren't you hitting?"
The two servants, holding whistles, glanced at each other, then covertly looked towards Mrs. Liang.
Following their gaze to Mrs. Liang, Chen Liqin rushed forward to snatch the whistle and struck Chen Wenxiao's buttocks fiercely: "What is 'benevolence'?"
