Chen Song rolled up his sleeves and cursed. "You brat! I didn't do anything. How did I make him suffer?"
Yao'an followed behind De'an into the courtyard, turning back to shout at his father. "Dad, can't you figure out such a simple question? My brother means that his lack of talent for studying is entirely to blame on your bad genes. If you were a scholar with a degree like Mr. Zhao, maybe my eldest brother would have been influenced by you and passed the exam to become a scholar by now."
"You bastard, you're actually mocking your father! Even families that have been poor for eight generations can produce an Advanced Scholar. If you can't pass the exam, just look for the reasons within yourself. To think you're blaming your father—look how capable you think you are!"
