"Ah, Old Cheng, go easy with your hands! You're about to pull off your son's ears!" Qi Siyuan shouted in the hospital room.
"Don't worry! I know what I'm doing!"
In the hallway, along the corridor.
Cheng Nanfang glared into his son's eyes, his face grim as he said, "What's this about? Have you learned to stir up trouble and debt outside?"
Cheng Yue rubbed his sore ear and said, "No! Dad, I'm openly in a relationship. How does that become stirring up trouble and debt? Can you please watch your words? You're a commander, after all! Using the wrong words makes people think you're uneducated!"
"Shut your mouth! So you're the educated one, are you?" Cheng Nanfang truly had a headache. He wondered why on earth he had ever had such a troublesome son. "Twenty years ago, had I known you'd be like this, I might as well have strangled you at birth. It would have saved me all this trouble now!"
