The streets of Shengjing remained bustling and lively as ever. Hawkers and servants hawked their wares, their calls rising and falling in succession. Children frolicked back and forth, bringing vitality to every place they went.
Commander Yan's face was so dark with anger he looked as if he could wring out ink. Yan An, injured, could no longer walk and was dragged along by a family servant.
Until they returned to the residence.
Just as he stepped into the study, Commander Yan turned around and raised his hand, delivering a fierce slap across the face that resembled his own.
'Smack'
The slap sent Yan An's eyes reeling with stars, his ears ringing. The already swollen face became even more severe, the embedded blood vessels seeming ready to burst at any moment.
"Father…" Yan An spat out the words with difficulty.
Commander Yan breathed heavily.
All these years, he had acted with caution. When had he ever fallen so low? Completely stripped of his dignity.
