Slap―――!
Another loud slap echoed as Liu Zhiyuan was struck directly to the ground. The force behind this slap was much heavier than the one before.
If Liu Wen Zheng wasn't so furious, he couldn't have delivered such a forceful slap. At this moment, he really wanted to kill his own son directly!
But... but he... but he couldn't.
This good-for-nothing child was his only son, and he would never have another son in the future.
Sixteen years ago, he had contracted an unknown severe illness and lay in bed for several months.
After being cured, he became impotent, resulting in a lifelong inner shame.
Since then, he had been unable to impregnate any of his wives and concubines.
Therefore, in his entire life, he had only one son, Liu Zhiyuan, and he had originally believed that heaven was fair in giving him a good son to focus on education and nurturing.
But... but he could never imagine that his good son would become so shameless!
