The demolition work on the side was in full swing. Meanwhile, in a luxurious house, a father and son were quarreling.
"Can you stop causing trouble for me outside? Can you save me some trouble? How many times have I cleaned your butt behind your back?"
A middle-aged man around 50 years old was sitting on the sofa in the living room. This man looked very tough. He had a full beard on his face and his posture was very straight. He looked like a soldier.
"When did I need you to help me wipe my ass? You haven't cared about me for so many years. What are you doing here at this time?!"
The man's voice was very pleasant, but his words were not very pleasant to the ear.
"I know you still hate me because of your mother's matter, but you can't sacrifice your own life because of me. While we can still turn back now, I still have the right to wipe away all the dirty things you've done. You'd better get on the right path. After all, you're my biological son. How can I harm you?"
