Carl was stunned after being slapped by Andrew a few times.
What did he do wrong this time?
"Trash!" Andrew scolded. "Your father is already in such a state, and you only know how to cry! You are a student of Stanford University's martial arts school. Are you so useless? Has No one taught you first aid since you were young?"
After saying this, Andrew shifted his gaze to Quincy.
Quincy's condition was terrible.
His face was purple, and his nose and mouth were bleeding. Half of his body had sunk into the ground.
"Looking at your father's appearance... he doesn't seem to be doing too well," Andrew sighed and said.
"Nonsense!" Carl growled in a hoarse voice. "My father is an eighth-grade Golden Body Realm expert. The toughness of his body is higher than A-grade alloy. Not to mention falling from the tenth floor of the Principal's Office, even if he fell from a hundred floors, he would still be fine!"