"I beat you to give you a lesson. Have you all forgotten what the purpose of this trip was? Now that you see Young Master Han, why aren't you kneeling down to admit your mistake right away?"
Uncle Huo's voice was stern and fierce.
"Young Master Han?"
"This can't be possible. Is Uncle Huo talking about the Third Young Master of the Han Family?"
"He's nothing but a waste. How could he possibly be that respected figure!"
The young man covered his face, his tears flowing like rain, his expression one of disbelief.
His crying made things much worse, as his tears streaked across his face creating uneven lines, turning his face into a patchwork of splotches. Upon closer inspection, it seemed his makeup was smeared by his crying.