Violent Criticisms

Knowing that he had to face him today, he could not bear it!

He dashed through their house doors, leaving her in the living room, and made a beeline for the study room. The moment he pushed open its doors, he could see his father pacing back and forth in front of the window; his face was a mask of rage.

As his father heard the doors opening, he turned to sweep him with a pair of fierce eyes.

He instantly backed away a couple of steps under the harsh stare. Cold sweat began to form on his forehead.

His shoulders shrank back in fear as he stammered, "D-Dad, what happened to you? What do you need me for?"

Du Boxiong glared at him as he walked to his desk and sat down. Seeing his son in shock and not moving from his original standing position, he realized that he had lost control of his emotions. Looking at his treasured son, he could not help but hold in his anger and keep his temper in check. He tapped the desk and spoke in a deep voice, "Sit down!"