"Dad!"
Seeing Bo Xianmin stand up with his phone, Bo Qiudong, who had been kicked away, frantically scrambled back to his father's side. He grabbed his thigh and shouted again, all traces of the dignified Young Master Bo having vanished.
"Goddammit! Look at you! What do you look like? A dog! A dead dog! Are you my son? Are you still worthy of being my son?! Get up! The descendants of the Bo family die on their feet! This pathetic display of yours disgraces the spirits of our ancestors!" Bo Xianmin resisted the urge to kick him again. Terror and unease churned within him, and with his emotions on the verge of shattering, he bellowed hysterically. He had completely forgotten how long it had been since he had last cursed; in this moment of emotional collapse, all his composure was gone.
"Bo Xianmin! Have you gone mad? Tell me, have you gone mad?!" Hearing his frenzied cursing, the refined woman rushed over and shrieked.
"Get lost!" He shoved her onto the sofa.
