Quan Sheshou's lips trembled as he heard his son's words. He was not a child who was born yesterday. From the many years he had lived, he had gathered the experience required to distinguish right from wrong and truth from lie. And at that moment, every one of those experiences were telling him that he was being lied to.
"You..." His lips parted, but no words came out. He didn't even know where to start. As he searched his mind for what he could say at that moment without any success, he felt a firm hand on his right shoulder.
"Allow me, sir." Yun Lei said, gently squeezing his hand in a reassuring gesture. In reply, the old man only nodded his head.
"Your name is Quan Dongjing, right?"
"Who the hell are you!? How dare a mere cripple speak to me in that tone!?"
