"Where were you for the past three days?" Zichen's father interrogates, looking at him with narrow eyes.
Zichen lets out a tired groan and says grimly. "Had other work to do."
"What other work can you possibly have, brother?" Donghai chimes in, sneering at him.
Zichen ignores him and pours himself a glass of water. He gulps water from the glass and sets it down on the table.
"What work, Zichen?" his father asks, his tone firm.
It was a bad idea to listen to her father and come home. He knew his father never called him unless it's about work or something related to his brother.
"I don't think I have to explain everything to you" he retorts, giving him a cold look.
Zhi Ruo tries to signal him from her eyes to not talk to his father in that way but Zichen is never going to do that.
Furious, his father thunders, "Don't try to be smart, lad! Answer my question."