A Gentle Tyrant

Zhou Yao did not stop in his track. The black car was parked by the roadside. He clicked the car key in his right hand, then opened the driver's door and got into the car. He glanced at the little guy who looked back every three steps and said impatiently, "You can wait by yourself. I'm going back."

He started the car.

"Daddy!" Zhou Sileng's eyes widened from anger. Did Daddy want to leave him here? That's outrageous! Daddy actually threatened him like this?

"Then you go back alone. I must wait for that auntie!"

Zhou Yao pressed his two big palms on the steering wheel. The man's sharp, narrow eyes casually glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Are you itching for a beating?"

Zhou Sileng backed up in fear. He was still very afraid of Daddy's beatings.