Lu Ming's car had just entered the courtyard, steady and assured.
Inside the main house, the 'crack—crack—crack—' of a rattan cane striking a back echoed hollowly.
This sound was all too familiar to Lu Ming, something he hadn't heard in a while.
Back when he was in the military, his father had often punished him in the same manner with a rattan cane.
But now, who was receiving the punishment? One of his father's subordinates?
It seemed unlikely—even the President wouldn't have the authority to strike an outsider, would he?
As these thoughts crossed his mind, Lu Ming pushed open the car door, got out, and slammed the door shut as he headed towards the main house.
With each step Lu Ming took, the sounds of whipping grew louder and more distinct, 'crack—crack—!'
He could hear it even from inside the car; just how ferociously were the blows landing?
As Lu Ming approached the main house, eager to see who was being beaten, he first heard Wu Xiujuan's sobbing.
"Stop hitting him!"
