Lu Jianshen stretched out his hand and wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth.
He smiled contemptuously at Lu Mingbo. "Is this all you have left?"
"Lu Jianshen, look at yourself... How could you become like this?"
"Didn't I learn it from you? If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked. What right do you have to judge me?" Lu Jianshen said, laughing, his smile filled with unruliness and wickedness.
"Since when is it your turn to lecture me? I'm talking about you and Nan Xi—when Grandpa left, he repeatedly entrusted her to you, telling you to treat her well, to cherish and protect her. But what happened?"
"Look at all this mess you've made. You're not content unless you infuriate me to death, right?" Lu Mingbo's chest heaved with anger.
Lu Jianshen's sharp gaze met his, "The things you do might have infuriated Grandpa as well."
"Lu Jianshen, if I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not your father."
