"What right do you have to say this?" Chu Feiling was overcome by a rush of anger. Sweat started to stream down his body.
Spontaneously, he shouted out, "I'm your father!"
Upon hearing these words, Chu Yang's face darkened.
Both confused and surprised, Old Master Chu gaped. This was far from the reaction he expected from someone who had lost their son for eighteen years.
He stared at Chu Feiling and stammered, "What's the problem?"
Chu Feiling could not bear his excitement for Chu Yang's return. Yang Ruolan, who knew what had spurred Chu Feiling's reaction, was about to burst into laughter.
Embarrassed, Chu Feiling's could barely string words together. "I…"
"What?" Old Master Chu boomed, "Your son was lost for eighteen years, and now he has returned. But have you treated him like a son? What are your intentions?"
