The palm of his hand grew larger and carried a harsh wind.
With a smack, Feng Xi felt the world spin, golden stars bursting before his eyes, a burning sensation on his face, and he stared wide-eyed at the raging Feng Aiguo across from him.
"You actually hit me? You've never laid a finger on me, now that I'm all grown up!" Feng Xi said in disbelief.
For so many years, his father had never touched him, an older parent blessed with a son. Feng Aiguo always doted on his own son, even when he knew of his son's bad behavior, usually he would just scold him a few times.
Feng Aiguo gritted his teeth, pointed at his son, then sat down on the sofa, took a cigarette from the pack, lit it, took a deep drag, then leaned weakly against the sofa.
"Xiao Xi, you've caused a huge disaster!" Feng Aiguo said, his eyes closed slightly, as he considered how to save his son.
