Father, you actually hit me?
Xu Youtian felt more heartache than physical pain on his face.
From childhood to adulthood, even in martial arts training, his father had not been overly demanding of him.
As for beatings and scoldings, those were things that almost never happened.
Now, at the thought of him growing up, his father inexplicably slapped him.
A sense of grievance welled up, and Xu Youtian roared: "Dad, why did you hit me!"
Smack!
Another slap came.
Xu Yang cursed: "Beast, shut up for me!"
If the first slap could have been an accident.
Then when the second slap came, Xu Youtian was certain that his father was genuinely angry.
But he still didn't understand.
How did I anger my father?
"Father, I..."
Xu Youtian had just started to speak three words when Xu Yang gave him another hard slap across his face.
Smack!
This time, because the force was too strong, a tooth from Xu Youtian's mouth flew out, landing accurately on the grass.
