This Depends On Your Performance!

Tang Zui merely glanced at his father before he continued to pour the water into the glass.

He coughed a few times as he sat upright and drank a mouthful of water. He only felt slightly better after the water washed relieved his dry throat.

Just when he was about to drink another mouthful of water, Tang Jiyun suddenly rushed over and knocked the glass off his hand. The glass fell on the blanket. Tang Zui looked expressionlessly at the glass that was rolling away from him.

"You unfilial son! Little Ming is your younger brother by blood! I can't believe that you actually beat him up so badly that he ended up in the hospital!" Tang Jiyun roared angrily at Tang Zui. 

"I don't have a younger brother. Those two people are murderers who killed my mother!" Tang Zui's gaze was extremely cold.

"Shut up! Your mother was mentally deranged, and her death had nothing to do with anyone else!" Tang Jiyun growled, and he looked tremendously angry and embarrassed.