"Look at you, I'm already lying in bed like this, and you're still defending her; you've really forgotten your mom after getting a wife," the old man Wang ranted, puffing on his beard and glaring.
He looked as if he was about to get up from bed and pull out his IV.
"Dad!" Wang Yan held the old man down.
"If you really can't stand us, then I'll leave right now, so you won't get angry at the sight of me and jeopardize your health. That would really make me a disrespectful son," Wang Yan also had a belly full of fire; why couldn't his own father get over his issue with Bai Yue?
The old Mr. Wang, furious, pointed at Wang Yan, "You, you, you. Did you come back to see me or to anger me?"
Wang Yan stood up and walked out.
Old Mr. Wang was huffing and puffing with anger.