"What have you been learning all these years?" Su Kun was exasperated. "I told you to make more friends and to be more mindful, but where did your mind go? Is it growing in your rear? Is your brain full of holes now? Such a simple matter, but you actually fell into someone's trap in your home ground, and you still want me, your father, to help you!"
Su Ming knew that he had not done his job properly this time, and could not even lift his head while being scolded.
Su Kun looked at his son, who looked like he could be beaten and scolded at will, and felt vexed. His anger had reached boiling point. It was like this each time — he would lower his head and remain silent when he was being reprimanded.
