"President Yang, are you serious?" The attendant simply couldn't believe it, that Yang Zhuoxian, the man who doted on his son so much, would one day declare in his own words, right in front of him, that he would break Yang Muyun's legs.
This was as unlikely as a decades-long smoker suddenly saying they would quit smoking; it was most likely a joke.
"Dad! You're not joking, right? No matter what, you wouldn't really break my legs, would you? If you did that, I would be a cripple for the rest of my life. Who would ever look up to me then, how would I start a family, how would I establish myself!" Yang Muyun had summoned Yang Zhuoxian to stand up for him and vent his anger.
Who would have thought that his reliable backer intended to break his legs in public and leave him disabled for life? Yang Muyun simply couldn't accept it.
