Su Jia looked at Lu Yanhe's suddenly pale face and felt startled.
Father Lu was scolding his son harshly, completely ignoring Su Jia's presence.
After a long while, he finally felt tired, stopped, and looked down at him condescendingly.
Lu Yanhe remained silent, stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then brushed off the dust on his clothes.
"Tell me, how did I educate you since you were a child?" Father Lu asked sternly, "In these thirty years, what have you learned from me? Do you know what the word 'responsibility' means? Our family is in business, not a scholarly family, but we still have principles."
Lu Yanhe nodded, enduring the pain, "I understand."
Father Lu's tone became more intense, "I've taught you since you were young that as a man, you should take on your own responsibilities. But now? You did something ridiculous, and you don't even dare to face it!"
Lu Yanhe lowered his head in silence, like a criminal being judged.
