"Have you lost your damn mind?" Dong Xingui yelled, feeling wronged, with tears swirling in his eyes. At this moment, he really wanted to cry. It was bad enough that Hao Jian hit him; his old man also joined in without a second word and started beating him up. And if he had to be hit, why did it always have to be his face? Doesn't he know it can damage his looks?
"Unfilial son, kneel down!" Dong Wantong scolded, his belly churning like a barrel of wine.
"Kneel down?" Dong Xingui was dumbfounded. If he knelt down, how would he ever face these employees again? And how would he get by in the company?
"You've offended Mr. Hao Jian, and you think it's over just like that? Kneel down and apologize to Mr. Hao Jian!" Dong Wantong barked in anger, somewhat furious inside. He knew Hao Jian was no easy mark; those who had crossed him never met good ends. He demanded Dong Xingui act this way to protect him from Hao Jian, the demon, and his persecution!
