Commander Jing threw the stick and stormed off to the study.
Although he was angry, he reluctantly agreed to let them stay in the military district.
Jing Xianjun quickly helped Loh Minxian up, anxiously checking him over: "Do you have any fractures or anything?"
"No." Loh Minxian shook his head, touched his butt, and grimaced, "Your dad has quite the technique, hitting only the fleshy parts."
"That way you're not seriously hurt." Jing Xianjun smiled wryly, supporting Loh Minxian to the room.
After getting married, Jing Xianjun rarely came home because her marriage wasn't harmonious, and she felt ashamed to return. Whenever she did come back, it was always to argue with Commander Jing.
Even so, her room was spotless, maintained in its original state.
In the very beginning, it was in this room that things got out of hand after drinking. Looking at this familiar room, Loh Minxian felt a mix of emotions.
"Take off your clothes," Jing Xianjun said.
