Lu Jiang gave it some thought and said, self-righteously, "Then I suppose I will have to muster up some fatherly authority. I can't let a bloody brat walk all over me!"
Zhao Anbang rolled his eyes at him, "Wait until you see your child, all your so-called authority will be tossed out of the window. Children are our hopes and the backbone of our country's future. You'd love for him to play around you every day. You already feel guilty when you can't be with him. How could you possibly look at him with a cold face? If you don't believe me, let's make a bet!"
"What kind of bet?"
"A bet that you can't bear to hit or scold your child!"
Lu Jiang coughed twice, "Nonsense, I won't bet with you, gambling is strictly prohibited in our army!"
Zhao Anbang smirked, "You mean you're scared, right? Because you already know clearly that you can't lay a hand on your child. This isn't the era where a filial son was born under a cane anymore."
Lu Jiang looked up at the sky, not uttering a sound.