Pang Weiran turned and roared at his son. With a look of annoyance, Pangqi turned and stalked off again. "All you do all day is lecture me, but you go soft on some outsider. Hmph!" he muttered as he walked away.
Pang Weiran's face turned livid with anger at his son. This wasn't an act; he was genuinely furious. 'Having a son late in life, one can't help but spoil them rotten,' he thought. 'But I never imagined it would come to this... The saying "to spare the rod is to spoil the child" really is true.'
