Hit.

Xia Jian opened his eyes wide as he heard a familiarly strange voice, his lips quivered uncontrollably as he looked at the man gazing at him with a shocked gaze. The two people were shocked to the core of their hearts. Xia Kun had been struggling within himself, he did not know what it was but the words of the ten-year-old, made his lifelong attitude shaky. 

He has been pretending to be malicious for such a long time now that it has become second nature to him. Sometimes in the fit of rage or while going through a strong negative emotion, he committed deeds that he regretted deeply. One of these deeds were cutting of the tongue of his son, Xia Jian. 

Xia Jian was six years old when his father, Xia Kun started to train him. One year passed and the boy's growth did not meet his expectations, so what he did was to put him through an even tougher regime. Xia Jian was after all a child. He complained and threw a tantrum over the harsh treatment.