'Who is the mother?'
That question made Ah-Si's eyes to droop down in despair and pain. His heart clenched tightly inside his chest.
"I asked a question, Ah-Si? Don't you have anything to say?" Xin Zimen stressed.
Seeing that his son wasn't willing to answer, Xin Zimen's eyes narrowed considerably.
"Don't tell me you don't even know who the mother is?" gasped Xin Zimen making Ah-Si look up at his father's horrified face as he continued, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk. I didn't know I raised a playboy. Aiyo! How am I gonna face your mother in heaven? This is tragic."
Ah-Si's face twitched at his father's remarks. "Are you done, dad?"
"I have more," replied Xin Zimen.
"Don't bother continuing please," pleaded Ah-Si. "I can only take this much."
Xin Zimen shrugged his shoulders and lamented, "Okay. I can understand. When fathers get old, sons don't like to even talk to them."
"DAD!"
