Chapter 4
Ever since Chen Chuqin and Xia Ling got into a fight, Rong's mother secretly sent a message to Xia's father who worked in the company.

Seeing father Xia's reply, Rong's mother was relieved.

Now that Xia's father has not returned, Chen Chuqin is about to attack Xia Ling, which makes Rong's mother not in a hurry.

Just as she was about to stand in front of Xia Ling, Xia Ling grabbed Chen Chuqin's hand, twisted her backhand, and slapped her across the face.

"Crack!"

"Snapped!"

The crisp and pleasant sound of bones being broken and faces being slapped echoed in the living room.

The servants, who were not daring to express themselves while they were doing their jobs, widened their eyes when they saw this scene.

It's just that most of the people Chen Chuqin invited were middle-aged women, and most of them had the mentality of not causing trouble if they could not cause trouble.

Even though Chen Chuqin was their mistress, looking at Xia Ling's appearance, she was confident no matter what.No matter who it is, you can't provoke it, so it's best to do nothing.Anyway, there is Rong Ma, who is in charge, so they don't need to care.

After one sentence, it has nothing to do with them.

"Ah! My hand!"

Pain instantly swept through his body.

"Clap!"

The sound of the phone dropping.

Glancing at the source of the sound, he saw Father Xia who had hurried back from the company in a hurry, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he looked at Xia Ling's little white hand that twisted Chen Chuqin's backhand with a look of lovelessness.

Do not!Do not!Do not!
Is this in front of him still his cute, cute and weak baby girl?
It must be hallucinations in his eyes!The scene he had been dreaming of for a long time unexpectedly appeared before his eyes miraculously.

Let him take it easy, let him take it easy.

"Zhi Ming~ Look what kind of people Rong Ma has brought back home! Not only are they ugly in clothes, but they are so uneducated, they even touch me! Ouch, my hands and face hurt so much!"

Turning her head slightly, when she saw Father Xia's figure, Chen Chuqin didn't even look at whether Father Xia's attention was on her or what his expression was.

Enduring the severe pain, she delicately leaned her body against Father Xia's body.

That whining sound was so disgusting, it was a shame to say that he didn't spit out the overnight meal.

It's a pity that Father Xia doesn't like Chen Chuqin's tricks.

His baby girl is ugly dressed?

What eyes!His baby girl looks good in anything!If you find it ugly, you may be blind, so you have to go to the hospital to have your eyes checked.

Do you think his precious daughter is uneducated?

joke!His precious daughter is so cute, kind, well-behaved, generous and polite, she is simply the most educated girl in the world.This is blatant jealousy of his precious daughter!
As for hands and feet...

As Xia Zhiming's daughter, only his precious daughter bullied others, and there was no reason for others to bully his precious daughter.It is already very generous not to beat the disabled.

However, will his precious daughter hurt her hands?

After thinking about it, father Xia pushed Chen Chuqin aside, and wiped the place Chen Chuqin touched with disgust.

Happily and nervously, she took Xia Ling's little white hand.

"Does the hand hurt from the beating?"

Seeing Father Xia being so nervous about herself, Xia Ling smiled and wanted to answer that it didn't hurt, never thinking that Father Xia would never give her a chance to speak.

"Why do you think you can't teach it? If you want to hit someone, don't hit with your own hands, you have to learn to use external force! This way, it hurts others even more, and it won't hurt yourself."

"Besides, she didn't know how many layers of powder she had applied on her face. If you hit her face like this, you'd get your hands dirty."

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