Lucas Shen was trying hard to recall whether he had done anything in the past few days to make his father angry, when he saw the door open. A little head poked out, tilted its pretty face up, and winked at him.
"Shen He, what are you doing?" an angry roar came from inside the house.
Shen He sighed, then showed an expression of helplessness and wishing for good luck, then turned around and ran back into the house.
"I don't know what's wrong with this old man." Lucas Shen muttered, and walked in with his head held high. If it's a blessing, it's not a disaster. If it's a disaster, it can't be avoided.
When Lucas Shen opened the door, he saw Shen Qirong's face was ashen and he was beating him with a rattan stick.
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