Really taking action Vivi's move

They say a man's knees are worth their weight in gold?

Lin Yu didn't necessarily think so.

Even the foolish son of a wealthy family had to kneel when he made a mistake.

He had to admit.

Young Master Lei's mother was truly a ruthless woman.

Knowing she couldn't protect her son right now, she had no choice but to beat him half to death herself.

And beating him herself wasn't enough; it looked like she was handing him over to Xia Zhenfeng to be disciplined as well.

Lin Yu glanced at Xia Yiwei.

As the central figure of this brewing storm, Xia Yiwei should be thrilled right now, shouldn't she?

To his surprise.

She was an even more ruthless character!

Xia Yiwei seemed to have anticipated exactly how the situation would unfold.

She had already started putting on an act!

She didn't show the slightest hint of gloating or excitement.

Instead, her face bore a faint look of sorrow.

Looking closely, her eyes were even a little red.

Lin Yu was speechless.

He inhaled sharply.

Lin Yu couldn't help but gasp.

She was absolutely determined to ruin Young Master Lei!

At the dining table.

Hong Lan's grand performance was still underway.

She poked the back of her son's head, speaking with indignant rage:

"Brother Zhenfeng, this little bastard did something so monstrous, you don't need to spare my feelings."

"Beat him! Beat him half to death!"

"Keep beating him today until your anger is gone. I promise I won't say a single word to defend him."

"When we go back today, I'm going to lock him in the house to reflect on his actions."

"In a couple of days, I'll have him come to your door and formally apologize to you again."

"Rest assured, given the relationship between our two families, I can't even forgive him myself for saying such despicable things."

"This won't just end here, and it absolutely cannot end here!"

After finishing her speech.

Hong Lan took two steps back, adopting a posture that clearly left the boy at Xia Zhenfeng's mercy.

Lin Yu couldn't help but shake his head.

How could anyone strike after that?

According to normal logic, Uncle Xia definitely wouldn't hit Lei Siren!

He...

Slap!

A loud slap echoed through the living room.

Driven by the immense force, Lei Siren, who was kneeling on the floor, slid right to Lin Yu's feet.

Such power...

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe it came from an "old man."

Furthermore.

Under normal circumstances, since they were acquaintances who previously had a decent relationship, it should have been difficult to raise a hand against him.

Since the mother had already shown such a submissive attitude, shouldn't he have held back?

At the very least, out of basic social courtesy, he should have saved her some face and let it slide.

Xia Zhenfeng's actions today had taught Lin Yu a lesson...

Do the truly powerful really need to care about social niceties?

No matter the situation, the one with the hardest fists holds all the power to speak!

If you have to rely on the whims of others, you can only silently endure whatever happens.

Lei Siren groggily raised his head, struggling twice before finally managing to sit up straight.

He looked around continuously, completely dazed.

Such a reaction clearly wasn't faked.

He had truly been knocked senseless by Xia Zhenfeng's sudden, violent strike.

For a few seconds, he probably didn't even know where he was.

Looking at his face, a bright red handprint was already oozing blood.

In a little while, the bloody mark would likely become even more obvious.

Hiss!

Lin Yu took another sharp breath.

You really couldn't afford to provoke Boss Xia!

This was simply too terrifying!

He hadn't held back in the slightest!

"Mom... I... I..."

"I was wrong... I was really wrong. I'll never... never again..."

Lei Siren stammered.

He desperately tried to plead for a chance to get off the hook.

Hong Lan's inner turmoil was written all over her face.

Every cry of "Mom" broke her heart.

One could only imagine how agonizing it was for a mother to be unable to protect her own child.

To make matters worse, her son's current miserable state was a direct result of her offering him up on a silver platter.

Even so.

Hong Lan gritted her teeth and held her ground, speaking with righteous indignation:

"Now you know to call for your mom? It's useless!"

"Brother Zhenfeng, you taught him... well."

"You should help me teach this arrogant brat a lesson. We can't let him off easy."

"He's only had a few good days and he's already getting carried away. He deserves to be beaten!"

Lin Yu secretly gave her a thumbs up.

Incredible!

Those who could mix in this social circle were truly no saints.

Without some real capability, how could they ever rub shoulders with the Xia family?

At that crucial moment.

Weiwei made her move again!

Lin Yu clearly saw her pinch her own arm hard.

Suddenly squeezing out a few crocodile tears...

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