Zhou Ang paused, then carefully examined the bloodstains on Lu Jin's face and neck, which looked like they'd been carelessly whipped with some kind of thorn or firewood stick.
"Why did your father hit you?"
Lu Jin stammered.
"Speak!"
"Someone hit my father, and I pushed that person, and then my father hit me."
Zhou Ang slowly nodded. "What exactly happened?"
Lu Jin stammered again.
Zhou Ang frowned.
He actually liked the honest and kind-hearted Lu family father and son, but he didn't know what Lu Chunsheng was thinking. Anyway, he was very controlling of Lu Jin. The boy was already a quiet and unassuming child, and with such strict control, even the last bit of wildness and liveliness was gone, leaving him like this—a kick and a whimper.
Fortunately, before Zhou
