"HAH! You want respect from me? After being so utterly disrespectful to your own father? You have the nerve to demand respect from me? You're a disgrace! You have no right to ask for my respect!"
Even without hearing his father's angry rhetoric, Shen Yi Mu could tell just by the other's expression how angry he was right now. His father's face twisted into a scowl, his brow furrowing with frustration. The muscles in his face were taut and rigid. His breathing became shallow and rapid, and his nostrils flared with each exhalation. A deep flush of color suffused his cheeks and neck, the veins in his temples bulging with pent-up anger. It was clear that he was on the verge of exploding, his fury barely contained beneath the surface.
