"Are you doing this on purpose? What have you found out?" Fang Lutong seemed to have thought of something, his face distorted with rage, his belt repeatedly lashing down on Fang Yao.
Fang Yao's leg was already injured, kneeling on the cold ground as if a venomous insect was feasting on his nerves, causing unbearable pain.
He couldn't keep kneeling so he had to prop himself up with both hands on the ground.
The belt kept tearing into the skin on his back, yet he didn't utter a single grunt of pain.
He was utterly at a loss.
He didn't understand why this was happening.
Before he turned twelve, even though his father was somewhat cold towards him, his mother was very affectionate.
However, on his twelfth birthday, when he returned home from school, everything changed.
His once endearing mother had him suspended from a tree and almost beat him to death.
The look in his mother's eyes was not one of a mother looking at her son, but rather like someone facing a sworn enemy.
