Tang Jianguo was truly furious.
His tiger-like eyes glared at Father Tang, and if looks could kill, Father Tang would definitely be dead by now.
The chaos in Father Tang's mind had surprisingly cleared up a lot.
He instinctively wanted to step back, but then he remembered he was the father, and the man in front of him was his son.
"Who are you yelling at?"
Father Tang stiffened his neck, trying to assert his authority as a father, but his lack of confidence rendered his words somewhat nonsensical.
"I am your father!"
It would have been better if he hadn't added that phrase, which only made him seem even less confident.
Tang Jianguo clenched his teeth and asked, "You're the father, but have you ever taken care of us? We are five siblings, and do you really not know why none of us respects you, or are you just pretending not to know?"
There were things he was too lazy to spell out, but that didn't mean he didn't want to say them.
