Capturing

Two distinguish figures were now confronting with each other, or rather one was radiating a fuming air. While one older figure was sitting down another stood tall and aloof with his hands inside his pockets.

Mr Li Jian was sitting down quietly with a solemn face. Though he was sitting, his dignified air was not lost. In the same manner, Jun Kai did not lose to his father. Both were so alike in many ways.

It was just the two father and son in the room and with everyone outside, the air was even more suffocating. Since Jun Kai had come in he had yet to speak of what he came for and Mr Li Jian had been waiting patiently for his son to speak. However, no matter how long he waited, his son was simply too stubborn. What was it this time?

"Sigh, what is it, Jun Kai?" Mr Li Jian spoke tiredly.

Jun Kai's hands inside his pockets were clenched in a fist. In the end, he gritted out the next few words,  "Where is my mother?"