An Dongyang's mother froze for a second before hurrying after him.
An Mingjiang kicked open An Dongyang's door. "An Dongyang, you rebellious whelp! I'll beat you to death today...!"
He stormed in, raising a feather duster, but when he saw An Dongyang, he almost didn't recognize him.
Inside the room, An Dongyang, who had just been seen by a doctor and had his wounds treated, was covered in bandages. His head and face were wrapped as well. Any exposed skin was black and blue. His face was horribly swollen, and one eye was puffed so completely shut he couldn't open it.
His words were slurred. "Dad, wh-what is it?"
An Mingjiang was speechless.
For a moment, he wasn't sure if he should even bring the feather duster down. There wasn't a single uninjured spot on An Dongyang's body. Even if he wanted to hit him, he wouldn't know where to land the blow.
