In the Capital City's Yang Family under the Kyoto Military District, Mr. Yang sat angrily at the head position, staring unblinkingly at his son kneeling on the ground.
"Dad, this really isn't my fault. You know I've never been able to control that brat. Who knew he would sneak off to file a report? I really didn't know," Yang Aihua said helplessly, kneeling on the floor.
The old man's habit of making people kneel must be changed. Luckily, no other family members or the guard are here; otherwise, if they saw him, a dignified military district leader, kneeling here, how would he ever show his face again?
"You're his father, how could you not know?" Mr. Yang glared at his son angrily, "Get him to come back immediately."
"Dad, you can't do this, can you?" Zhou Mei, standing on the side, couldn't hold back anymore, "This favoritism is too much, isn't it?"
"What did you say?" Mr. Yang asked coldly, looking at his second daughter-in-law, Zhou Mei.
