"Chen Song, what do you think you are doing, calling my daughter and screaming at her so early in the morning? Do you not have anything better to do with your precious time?" Chen Guoliang snapped back angrily, puffing out his chest in a desperate attempt to reclaim some shred of authority in front of his family.
"If your daughter wants to destroy herself, I do not even care anymore! She can go to hell for all I care! But how dare she drag every other member of this family, including me, down into the dirt with her?" Chen Song shot back.
His rage sounded less like a controlled anger now and more like the frantic, high-pitched screech of utter desperation.
"What are you talking about? Speak clearly!" Chen Guoliang demanded, his voice cracking as a growing sense of icy dread began to settle in his stomach.
