"Oh, the spiteful little wretch has quite a backbone!"
Aunt Wang saw Shen Jinyou's refusal to duck or dodge as a kind of provocation. Her anger intensified, and she raised the stick high, smashing it down viciously toward the back of his leg, "Kneel down and apologize! Did you hear me!"
"Mm…"
Shen Jinyou's body swayed slightly, and a pained grunt came from his nose. Sweat began to bead on his forehead.
"Kneel down!"
Another strike with the stick.
Shen Jinyou's knees buckled slightly, then slowly straightened back up, causing his dirty snow-white silken robe to tremble.
"I told you to kneel!"
Aunt Wang, beside herself with rage, put all her strength into a cruel blow.
With a "thump"—, the frail body of the boy could no longer support itself, and he kneeled on one knee on the ground, making a crisp sound in the silent venue.
