Jiang Guoli was instantly silenced, like a chicken caught by the neck, unable to make a sound. He could only glare resentfully at his younger son.
"Who says I only have one son left? There's still you," he sneered. "You might hate me as a father, but you can't change the fact that you carry my blood. You're my seed!"
"I'm old enough to change my surname without your consent," Jiang Yexun stared directly into his father's arrogant and smug eyes.
Watching Jiang Guoli's face turn red with anger as he struggled to speak, Jiang Yexun felt a wave of satisfaction.
"You... you're lying!" Jiang Guoli snarled through gritted teeth.
"You can ask around. When you demanded we forgive your children from your previous marriage, I looked into it," Jiang Yexun explained further.
Jiang Guoli knew his younger son wouldn't make empty threats. For a moment, his face twisted with hatred.
"I don't agree! I don't agree! You carry my blood; that makes you my son," Jiang Guoli shouted in frustration.