"Dad, stop hitting me, or I'll really die by your hand!" Xu Dashan's cheeks were swollen, his speech unclear as he raised his hands to shield his face, pleading incessantly.
Xu Maolin looked on, his heart aching, but how could he seek forgiveness if he did not punish severely?
Seeing Xu Dashan's miserable state, Xu Maolin felt it should be enough; any more and he might indeed take his son's life today.
Turning around, he approached Chen Wei and Su Yumei, first bowing to Chen Wei, then to Su Yumei, "President Su, my failure in raising my son has caused you trouble. If you still feel unsatisfied, I can have someone bring you a knife to cripple his limbs, ensuring he won't bother you again."
"That won't be necessary; we came here to relax, not to see bloodshed," Su Yumei was not interested.
"Yes, my apologies for the trouble," Xu Maolin stepped aside.
