"You..." Mr. Song spat, blood already in his throat but still holding it back. "...Where did you get three thousand taels?"
"I..." Song Xiang didn't dare to hide it, "I took an incense burner from the storage room and pawned it at Tongquan Mirror for three thousand taels. I thought I could win and redeem it today, but... who knew..."
Slap—
Song Xiang hadn't finished speaking when Mr. Song slapped him across the face.
Song Xiang, who knew Kung Fu, was slapped by his frail father. What was the outcome?
Song Xiang covered his face and rubbed it, not feeling much pain.
However, Mr. Song's hand was extremely painful, fearing he'd dislocate his wrist with any more force.
"Unfilial son!" Mr. Song was stomping in anger, "Unfilial son!"
After hitting and scolding him, Mr. Song didn't wait for Song Xiang to say anything before turning and heading back into the room, afraid... afraid that his son might say something more to make him burst a blood vessel right there.