A slap struck Yang Mo across the face, and his left cheek immediately began to swell.
Yang Mo gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice, "Zhao Ci said he needs me to grow quickly. He said he can accept my failures."
"Bullshit!"
Yang Fang kicked Yang Mo into the wall. He grabbed him by the collar, letting the blood from the corner of his son's mouth drip onto his hand, and snarled, "He says that, and you just believe him? How did I end up with a son as stupid as you?
When the Patriarch was fighting for his position, he promised that if he succeeded, I'd get to manage all the herb emporiums. Well? Has he kept that promise?
He's only saying that so he can test out his options quickly. The moment you don't meet his expectations, he'll find any excuse to kick you to the curb!
What he wants is results!
For every match you lose now, you'll have to win twice as many later to make up for it.
If you can't, you'll only face an even greater backlash!
