Yue tingfeng had just heard Yue Pengcheng's clamoring outside his house. He was burning with rage and jumped up to give him a kick.
Although he was only 12 years old, he was strong and taller than his peers. Coupled with his weak body, he was caught off guard and hit his head against the metal door.
Yue Pengcheng's vision went black as he fell to the ground, but he did not pass out. Warm, sticky liquid flowed down from his head and covered his eyes. Through the red blood, he saw the tall young man.
He could tell that it was Yue tingfeng-his son. Many years ago, Yue tingfeng had gone to the United States and wreaked havoc in his house.
Back then, he hated this son of his, but he didn't have the time to think about it now. The key was that this kid was his son.
