He was originally a man, his hands strong, often gripping a gun, calloused and rough.
With this slap, Huang Ying was hit so hard that she felt dizzy and her ears rang, falling straight to the ground.
The originally fair cheek swelled up quickly, scratched by a few blood marks from the coarse calluses.
The urn she was holding was flung far away.
The black box tumbled a few times on the ground, the ashes inside scattering everywhere.
Huang Ying ignored the pain on her face, "Mom, Mom."
She cried out, rushing over, using her hands to gather the scattered ashes on the floor.
Zhao Fei spoke disgustedly from the side, "Her ashes scattered in this house, it's really unlucky. Qichao, quickly get someone to take her out, this house is uninhabitable now."
Huang Qichao quickly spoke to soothe, "Alright, I'll get someone to take her out immediately. I have a villa over at Jade Garden, we can move there together tomorrow."
