"Madam rushed at the middle-aged man, saying, 'Miren, the child is back, can't you cool down your temper!'"
The middle-aged man snorted, "It's all because you spoilt him, running off without a word, and not coming home for so many years!"
"Father... I'm sorry!"
Larry's tears were rushing down as he choked on a sentence and knelt down in front of the middle-aged man, kowtowing several times.
"You..."
The middle-aged man pointed at Larry and let out a deep sigh.
He then strode forward, helped Larry up, and said solemnly, "A man's knees are worth gold; don't kneel so readily!"
Larry's voice was hoarse as he said, "Father... I missed you."
"Scumbag! You've grown tougher in a few years, haven't you!"
The middle-aged man laughed and cursed, then hugged Larry tightly, unable to hold back his tears any longer.
Tears also flowed from Larry's eyes.
He knew his father was strict with him, but his father's love for him was no less than that of anyone else in the family.
