He was scared stiff by now, yet the menace on his father's face, coupled with his guilty conscience, dissuaded him from admitting the trouble he had caused. Instead, he tried dismissing the old man's warning with a few words. "Dad, I really don't know someone who goes by Master Mu."
"I don't care what entanglements you have with him. I don't want to know what you did to him, and vice versa. In any case, you go and resolve this matter. Quickly go and apologize to him."
His son raised his tone incredulously just as he finished his word. "Dad, what's wrong with you; what did that Master Mu do to you? You look like you're about to explode!"
Du Boxiong was already fuming, and his son's insolence only fueled his anger further. He was so upset that he wanted to give him a good, hard slap!
He raised his hand high in the air, but as he looked at his beloved son whom he had spoiled rotten since young, he lost his will to carry through the act.
