"What are you staring at, hurry up and apologize to your dad, making such a fuss in the middle of the night."
"Exactly, if he were my son, I'd have strung him up and thrashed him by now."
Young Yang incredulously looked around, unable to believe the stares of these Danjia people, these so-called relatives of his.
In their eyes, Monkey was not a human at all, just merchandise for trading!
Young Yang's gaze gradually shifted and finally rested on his own father, Chi Baishui, as bitterness filled his heart.
Not just Monkey! He, his own son, was no different in his eyes, just something to exchange for Silver!
However, just then, Chi Baishui saw that Young Yang hadn't moved for quite some time, and in front of the neighbors, he suddenly felt he couldn't save face.
He rolled up his sleeves, walked up to Young Yang, and slapped him fiercely across the face, "Kneel down for me!"
