The sound was deafening, causing Liu Zhiyuan's body to lean sideways. For a moment, he couldn't hear anything, only a continuous buzzing sound behind him.
His fair cheek turned red in a blink of an eye, and as the color deepened, the noise in his ears subsided somewhat.
"You worthless bastard!"
Compared to Liu Zhiyuan's calmness as he knelt upright again, his father, Liu Wen Zheng, had completely lost his composure. The wrinkles on his aged face deepened due to his clenched features, and his voice carried a hint of a sob as he spoke.
Half-bent over, one hand supporting his knee to barely keep himself steady, while his other hand pointed at the kneeling person, trembled uncontrollably, and his quivering lips could no longer form words.
What on earth did he raise? A good son, turned into this?
Who did not once envy him for having a good son? An elegant youth, albeit a bit proud, but he had the talent to back it up.
