3359 Putting on a show of self-pity

He had just said two words when a crisp slap was heard. The left side of his face had been slapped.

Meng wenzhe's father's head was smacked to the side. Half of his face was numb, and his ears were ringing.

He didn't react for a long time. He had been beaten a few times when he was young, but he had never been beaten again after he grew up. All these years, he had been the one beating people up. Who dared to hit him?

He turned his head back and said,"dad ... You ..."

He had just said two words when he was slapped again. His father was panting."Unfilial son, kneel down."

Meng wenzhe's father touched his face. His father was really in pain. He had really used all his strength. His face was burning in pain."Dad, why did you hit me?"

His father was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Did he think that he wanted to hit him? at this critical moment, if a few slaps could be exchanged for the safety of the Meng family, he would beat his son until he was disabled.

Didn't you hear that the child said that he wanted to tell Xia Anlan?

Old master Xia was not the scariest person here. The scariest person was Xia Anlan. Everyone in their circle knew how terrifying Xia Anlan was.

He was able to reach this stage at such a young age not entirely because of his father. His methods and vicious schemes were truly unparalleled.

If he hadn't cut off all ties with the Zeng family when he had taken care of them, they wouldn't have been able to escape the storm.

Meng wenzhe's grandfather gritted his teeth in anger."Kneel down ... Why are you calling me 'dad'? kneel down ..."

Even though he was unwilling, no matter how stupid his son was, he could more or less tell that this was for the sake of getting through the calamity before him.

Thus, he knelt down very unwillingly.

Meng wenzhe's grandfather stretched out his hand and said,"give me the stick."

The person closest to him handed him a wooden stick, but he didn't take it. ""Give me the iron one."

His son felt a little uneasy. What did he want the iron rod for?

He saw his father take the iron bar in his hand and hit his son's back without saying a word. In an instant, his son fell to the snow. His hands were not soft at all.

Meng wenzhe's mother saw this and shouted,""Dad, what are you doing? this is your son. Do you want to beat him to death?"

"All of you, shut up. I've been too lax with you all on normal days, which caused you all to develop such bad habits. Today, I'm going to teach this stinky brat a good lesson. No one can stop me." Meng wenzhe's grandfather was furious, and his words were very imposing.

His son was lying on the snow and wailing. Just now, his face was directly pressed against the snow, and his nose was hit hard. It was sore and painful. When he opened his mouth to cry out in pain, he directly bit into a mouthful of snow.

"Dad ... Stop hitting me ... Stop hitting me, it hurts ..."

As he shouted, he was hit on the back again, and he screamed in pain.

"You shut up too. What did I teach you? you're always doing nothing but causing trouble ..." Meng wenzhe's grandfather knew that there was no way he would let this matter rest. As an old leader, he used to say that it was best to correct one's mistakes. As long as it was not a big mistake, he would be very forgiving.

He had already made a mistake when they met just now. This time, he definitely couldn't make another mistake.

He had to seize the initiative and not let the other party open his mouth. If he were to teach his son a lesson, it would be too late.