Qi Haoran held his breath and spread his legs wide open. He glared at his son, who was playing on the couch and ignoring him. Then, he turned his head indignantly and asked, "Is this really my son?"
Mu Yangling personally wrung a towel and wiped his face. "Alright, he was just despising you for being dirty and smelly. Why are you arguing with him when you're an adult?"
Qi Haoran's chest heaved as he shouted, "He's my son. I was in a hurry and rushed back every night just to take a look at him. How dare he despise me? I'm his father, no matter how dirty and smelly I am. How dare this brat despise me!"
Qi Haoran gritted his teeth and said, "When he grows older, I'll definitely beat him up until he looks for his teeth all over the ground. How dare he despise me!"
