Under repeated blows.
The little girl seemed to really become a bit withdrawn.
She angrily hugged her arms, pouting unhappily at the wall, and went to face the wall.
"And you!"
After finishing with the little girl, the old man clasped his hands behind his back, walked a few steps, and stood firmly in front of Song Qingwan, saying with a displeased look:
"Put the knife down immediately! A woman playing with a knife, what kind of nonsense is this? Are you afraid others won't know you're here looking for trouble?"
Song Qingwan handed the knife back to the approaching servant, her face still full of anger and a bit of helplessness:
"Dad, wasn't I too angry, which is why I lost my mind for a moment, and didn't actually plan to—"
"Enough! Saying more is useless,"
The old man waved his hand, interrupting her, and said seriously:
