"Slap, slap—" Ruan Tianling struck him twice in quick succession.
"You jerk, you old fart, you stubborn old man! You hit me once, I'll give it back tenfold!" Ansel, the little boy, wailed angrily, completely losing his usual cool demeanor.
Ruan Tianling gritted his teeth in fury. "You little punk, don't forget who you're talking to! I'm your dad! Do you even understand filial piety? Are you trying to defy all authority? Today, I'll beat some sense into you! Let's see if you still dare to dishonor your elders!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand high, a heavy slap almost ready to fall—
"Enough! Let go of the child immediately!" Jian Yufei quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him from hitting the boy. "Ruan Tianling, Ansel is just a child. He's not even five years old yet; what can he possibly understand? Let him go."
Ruan Tianling snorted coldly. "He's already playing with guns, and you think he doesn't understand anything? He's more mature than some fifteen-year-old boys!"
