"Piece of shit!" shouted Lu Sr., his face was flushed with anger. The green veins on his forehead twitched violently as he flung a cup at the door.
"Scram! Right now!" he pointed a quivering finger at the door. "Don't ever let me see you again, Lu Jin, whether it's you or your damn son! Scram! Get out!"
Lu Jin paused, then opened the door and left without looking back.
Clearly, it was time to make themselves scarce. If he hated them that much, so be it. Lu Qin and his family can accompany him for the New Year.
Inside the house, Lu Sr. was still fuming. He was so mad that his lungs felt like they were about to burst apart. He wondered why he gave birth to such a son. Just to make him mad? To disobey him? If he knew things would turn out this way, he might as well finish him off on a wall. In that case, he wouldn't have to go through all this.
Qin Xiaoyue smiled, unable to repress her schadenfreude.
