Peng Jiashu walked from the bathroom to the desk. Seeing Peng Hetong staring out the window, his fists clenched and his face livid, Peng Jiashu said tremblingly, "Dad..."
"Damn it! What else can you do?" Peng Hetong turned and roared, snatching a folder from the desk and hurling it at his son.
THUD.
Peng Jiashu didn't dare to dodge and took the direct hit.
"I... I was just trying to stall him," Peng Jiashu said, his head hung low.
Peng Hetong scolded him furiously, "Stall him? I told you to stall him, not curse him out! Are you brain-dead? What did he ever do to you that you had to curse him? The Ye Family has a grudge against him, not you!"
Peng Jiashu swallowed hard. "I just wanted the satisfaction of running my mouth..."
"Damn you!" Peng Hetong couldn't listen anymore and threw another folder. "I told you to watch what you say! Now, because you had to run your mouth, I've lost my chance to get ahead. All the hard work I put into getting you that position is gone..."
SMACK!
