Dongfang Ding dodged the Purple Sand Pot, but his heart was still pounding with fear, wondering what he had done wrong to anger his father so much, especially since this pot was his dad's favorite, an antique of over a hundred years.
"Dad, why can't you just tell me what I did to make you so angry?"
Dongfang Ding was completely clueless, thinking that he really hadn't done anything. As for disciplining Li Feng, his father should have been pleased to see him succeed.
Why such a furious temper?
"You little troublemaker, are you trying to kill me with anger? If I don't beat you to death today, then I'm not your father."
Dongfang Wenzheng walked to the side and pulled a golf club from his golf bag. Dongfang Ding was stunned upon seeing it.
"Dad, are you serious right now?"
Dongfang Ding immediately turned and ran.
"Stop right there!"
