Xiao Lang came back to his senses, his cold face expressionless.
"Turn on the TV."
"yes!"
Dickson turned on the TV hanging on the wall of the study room, and the screen flashed, showing an old man in his fifties.
He was sitting in front of a large desk, wearing a white shirt and a black vest.
He is Xiao Lang's father, Xiao Zibin.
Xiao Zibin was leaning on a leather swivel chair, holding a cigar between his fingers, his face covered with vicissitudes of life cold and expressionless.
A pair of eagle eyes are sharp and cold, like a knife, so sharp that people dare not look directly at it.
Xiao Lang stood respectfully in front of the TV, bending respectfully at 90 degrees: "Father, what are your instructions?"
"Xiao Lang, you did something wrong, don't you know it?" Xiao Zibin asked coldly.
Xiao Lang's eyes flashed, and his expression turned a bit grim.
He did not straighten up: "Father, I know that I did not follow the plan. Please give me a little more time, and I will promise to complete the task next time."
The man in the picture raised his eyes slightly, his eyes sharper and more sinister.
"Why don't you listen to Doctor Song and let that girl regain her memory?"
"..." Xiao Lang still maintained his 90-degree bent posture, pursed his lips and did not defend himself.
At this time, all excuses are useless.
"Father, I won't do it next time."
"Xiao Lang, do you know? You wasted a lot of my time."
"sorry……"
"We have been preparing for so many years, and now we must not fall short. Xiao Lang, please remember, never be emotional at any time!" Xiao Zibin's voice was light, but inexplicably gave people a feeling of suffocation and danger.
Xiao Lang whispered: "I know."
"Okay, I'll give you another chance. Learn a lesson and don't be confused again next time." After Xiao Zibin finished speaking, he turned off the video conversation.
Xiao Lang straightened up, pursed his lips, and raised his hands to unbutton his shirt.
His slender fingers slowly unbuttoned the buttons, then took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, revealing his strong, wheat-colored upper body.
"Go get the whip." He knelt down and said calmly to Dickson behind him.
"Master..."
"You want to disobey the order?" Xiao Lang's voice was still calm.
"Yes!" Dickson turned around and got the whip.
The whip is made of cowhide and can be wrapped around the hand several times, making it very strong.
Di Sheng held the handle of the whip and stood behind him, looking at the several faint, criss-crossing whip marks on his back, hesitantly daring to take action.
Xiao Lang lowered his eyes and said calmly: "One hundred times."
"Master, there are too many!"
"Hit!" If he doesn't hit him a hundred times, his father won't be satisfied.
This time he disobeyed his father's order and prevented Jiang Yufei from recovering his memory, which had angered his father.
How could he calm down his father without giving him a hundred blows...
If my father doesn't calm down, he will no longer leave these tasks to him, and he will send others.
Others would not have the slightest kindness toward Jiang Yufei.
In order to do his best to protect Jiang Yufei, he could only grit his teeth and take these one hundred blows...
"Stop dawdling, start quickly!" Xiao Lang said in a deep voice.
Seeing that he persisted, Disheng had no choice but to raise his whip and whip him hard!
"Pah - pah -"
The sound of the whip echoed in the study, which made people shudder and shudder.
However, the sound insulation effect of the study is very good, and people outside will not hear the sounds inside.