"I know!" Huo Beijiang nodded, but showed no intention of stopping, speaking slowly, "However, you don't deserve any respect from me."
Huo Linong's face flushed red, suddenly realizing his son still hated him.
In the past, even at his worst, he wouldn't have acted this way; now, it was clear he was doing it deliberately to upset him.
"I'm sorry!" Huo Linong apologized, feeling guilty.
"You really should be sorry." Huo Beijiang said with a sneer, biting on his cigarette.
"If you want to hate me, go ahead! I won't blame you."
After Huo Linong said this, he found his son looking at him as if he were an idiot, which confused him greatly, "Why... why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm figuring out just how much of an idiot you actually are? There's the Virgin Mary in Christianity, and here I see Saint Father Huo Linong," Huo Beijiang said, nodding to himself, thinking he had chosen his words very precisely.