June 15, 20X2 (Monday)
Zhao Manor
Once Monday came, Yang found himself in a meeting with all the Zhao family in his father's office. His grandparents were looking worried, and Aunt Qinyang had to lean her weight on his uncle for comfort. Mother Zhao was seated beside Yang, already knowing what Yang has to say to everyone. His father was sitting in his office chair, putting his clenched fists on the desk.
"Come again?!" Father Zhao's voice was loud and booming. Yang flinched when he heard it. It's not often that his father became angry enough to shout. There's not a lot that scares Yang, and when his father becomes incredibly angry is what he is most afraid.
Father Zhao's temper was just like Yang's grandfather. They both don't care for much, but when they do, they kill everybody in the way. To be honest, Yang's temper was like that too.
"They want to target mother," Yang shifted nervously at his seat.
"Calm down, " Mother Zhao told Father Zhao while rolling her eyes.