"Zhentian, what do you mean? Why are you avoiding me?" My father instantly put on a cold face.
"Dad, it's getting late. You should sleep early. I'll just throw this out and be right back." I darted away, but Old Master Zhang called me back.
"Stop right there, Zhentian. Cut the act; don't think I don't know what's inside. Did you bring alcohol to your room again?" Old Master Zhang was done with beating around the bush and got straight to the point.
I realized then that my father had been playing a cat-and-mouse game with me all along.
I threw what I had in my hand on the ground and said, "Since you already know, I won't hide it. Yes, I brought the alcohol to my room to drink. Do what you want to punish me."
"Straightforward, you said it yourself. You haven't forgotten the family rules, have you?"
"I haven't!" I replied decisively.
