Cheng Nanfang's grip was strong, and the pain in his ear felt like it had been clamped with pliers. Grimacing in pain, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Mom! Are you going to do something about Cheng Nanfang!"
Qi Siyuan hurried out of the kitchen upon hearing Cheng Yue's voice, still holding an unfinished dumpling in her hand, "Old Cheng! What's the matter with you? Our son barely comes home, and you're picking on him every other day?"
"I can't stand the sight of him!" Cheng Nanfang said in his deep voice, "This kid holds grudges too much! He got into a fight at school and ended up in such a state, then remembers to have me send a car to pick him up? I didn't send a car. I let him take the train back instead, and now this is his attitude? He hasn't spoken to me for half a month! What's more infuriating is that I inquired about Li Zhi's situation and only then did I learn that he fought over a girl. Can you believe it? How did I end up with a son like this?"