Sowing Seeds of Discord (4)

Shen Liangchuan raised his eyebrows at Shen Zihao's words and asked his brother, "So you feel that it's right of him to say these things about Mom?"

Shen Zihao's pupils shrank, but his words were most unbecoming, "That's right, she has no shame! If she's not afraid to do the deed, then shouldn't she be prepared for wagging tongues? If she was capable of abandoning her husband and son back then, what other shameless deeds could she have done? She's—"

Before he could finish what he was saying, Shen Liangchuan suddenly raised his hand, moved back and squarely delivered a solid punch in his face.

Pow!

His knuckle landed on the corner of Shen Zihao's mouth and now it was bleeding.

Narrowing his eyes, Shen Liangchuan's expression was almost murderous as he warned, "Say it one more time if you dare."

It had all happened too quickly.

Shen Liangchuan had thrown that punch in the blink of an eye.