Father Lee's room.
Mr Lee couldn't help but stare at his son with great anger burning in his eyes. In contrast, the young man remained unfazed with a stoic look plastered on his face.
"Have you gone mad, Lee Dan-Han?" Came Father Lee's angry voice, but Dan-Han didn't bother to reply to him.
"Tell me why. Why you had to create such havoc to the Chois," He furiously demanded, his hands tightly clenched. How had he missed Dan-Han doing something like this?
"Honey, please don't yell." Mrs Lee tried to placate his mood, but the man was too angry.
Dan-Han chuckled derisively before staring at his father, "It's funny how you have to ask such a question, father." He replied.
"No one touches my woman and go scot-free." He told him just in case he had forgotten, but his answer seemed to have fueled his father's anger even more.
"You.." He gritted his teeth, but his wife held his arm tightly, making him hiss out frustratedly.