"Are you serious?" Cheng Ziang lifted his head and asked.
"What do you mean?" Yalunte was taken aback, not expecting Cheng Ziang's attitude to change so quickly.
"What you just said," Cheng Ziang said.
"Of course, I'm serious," Yalunte nodded somewhat puzzledly.
Hearing his words, Cheng Ziang pushed him away forcefully, then sniffed, glaring at him angrily and cursed, "Dumb straight man, no wonder your son doesn't recognize you!"
"What do you mean?" Yalunte was startled by his attitude and had no idea why Cheng Ziang suddenly got angry.
"Why would you even think that way, despite being someone who has practiced Tai Chi, don't you know the old saying, 'A dog does not disdain a poor home, a son does not find his father ugly'?"
"What does that mean?" Yalunte asked blankly.
"Forget it," Cheng Ziang glanced at him and eventually bowed his head helplessly, cursing with regret, "You're making me confused with anger!"
