The commotion from Old Antou's reaction startled everyone in the room.
An'an was frightened and a bit flustered, but she had made up her mind. Even if she was scolded, she was going to do it. She stood up, walked next to Xue Zhiyi, and looked at her father with a very determined expression, "Dad, I want to go with him, I want to learn..."
An'an's words weren't finished before Old Antou raised his calloused hand angrily, ready to slap An'an's face, "You..."
But the slap landed on Xue Zhiyi's chest.
Xue Zhiyi blocked Old Antou's slap with his chest.
Seeing this, Old Antou staggered and fell into the chair, unable to believe how quickly his other daughter had also fallen for Xue Zhiyi's words. Instantly, he seemed much older, muttering, "Rebellion, rebellion, all of you are rebelling."
An'an's eyes welled up; she didn't expect her father would actually slap someone in anger.
