"... he is a wuss."
Luo Muchen bristled at the insult, his fists clenching tightly till he drew blood. He shot a furious glare at his father, spitting his words through gritted teeth. "Don't you dare speak about him like that?"
Master Lee snorted derisively, mockery sharp in his voice. "Oh, this esteemed son of mine now knows how to talk back to me. How unfilial. For that bitch you dare speak to me like that!" His voice rose in anger, his face creating a venomous contrast with his son.
The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their confrontation, the air heavy with unspoken tension. The ink stains and blood on Luo Muchen's face mirrored the darkness that had settled between them.
The lines on Master Lee's forehead deepened as he struggled to restrain his anger. Like a father coaxing a toddler throwing a tantrum, he lowered his tone after calming himself down but he forgot who he was dealing with. "Where is he?" he asked his chest heaving. "Where did you hide him?