"Disaster," sneered Su Li's father, "I am not dead yet, and you dare to yell in front of me? Who gave you the audacity?"
The Old Master saw his son, who usually trembled in his presence, put on a brazen facade as if he was the best in the world, and felt his blood rush to his head.
Despite the Old Master's age and the fury he just endured, he had been well-nourished all his life with delicacies and precious medicines.
He appeared to be so angry that he couldn't catch his breath but he wasn't like the previous housekeeper, who completely lost his composure.
And still, with the energy he had, the Old Master randomly grabbed a decorative vase beside him and hurled it at his son's head.
Such reckless behavior hardly seemed fitting for dealing with one's own son; it was as if they were mortal enemies.
Ah, upon reflection, it really was a life-and-death grudge.
