"That brat has really made something of himself!"
After Sun Zhigang walked out of Ming Lun Martial Arts Academy, he stepped onto the street, looked back at the sign bearing the word "Ming Lun," and silently gnashed his teeth, cursing under his breath.
The streets were bustling with traffic and crowds of people coming and going.
But the liveliness belonged to others and had nothing to do with them.
"Dad, aren't we asking brother to take us in?" Sun Zhigang's eldest son blinked his confused eyes, too young to understand what was happening.
It just seemed to him that his dad, mom, and cousin were having a falling out.
Sun Zhigang yelled, "What do you mean 'take us in?' Sounds so disgraceful!"
The eldest son jumped at Sun Zhigang's raised voice, nervously not daring to speak.
"Why are you yelling? He's only seven years old!"
