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Jiao Guangcheng was rendered speechless by his son's relentless questioning, unsure whether to feel relieved or angry. After a long pause, he finally said, "Why have you become so disrespectful, child?"
"Father, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you in that tone!" Jiao Letong stood straight before his father, staring at his toes.
"Look up when you speak!" Jiao Guangcheng said irritably.
He hadn't even reprimanded him yet, and this child already looked like he'd been wronged. If his wife saw the child like this, wouldn't she throw a fit again?
Jiao Letong complied and lifted his head.
When Jiao Guangcheng saw the fleeting disappointment in his son's eyes, it felt like something had struck him hard in the heart.
"Father, you stay busy. I'm going back!"
Jiao Letong dropped this sentence and ran off without waiting for his father's reaction.
"Letong, come back tomorrow!" Jiao Guangcheng shouted once he regained his senses.
