Shang Feng was in a terrible mood; his son was nothing but a troublemaker. Look at what he got up to all day long.
In Capital City he was somewhat restrained, but once he left, he was like a wild horse, and he even got on Jiang Shaoqing's bad side. Could the trouble be any bigger?
He was the only son in the family, the only scion, and sometimes he truly wished he only had a daughter. Look at his daughter, Xiaowen, obedient and well-behaved. Whenever there were difficulties at home, it was Xiaowen who helped deal with them, while it was his son who caused trouble! They were as different as heaven and earth.
But what could he do? The old lady, the old man, and his own wife had already fainted from crying, and the old man's heart condition had nearly flared up. He had no choice but to come here immediately! He had to clean up the mess, and as a father, he couldn't even throw his weight around.
