Yu Jiuqing sat down directly in a nearby pavilion. He pointed to the empty space in front of him, his gaze cold and grim as he looked at Yu Zihan.
Yu Zihan was anxious, but his father was clearly in a rage. He could only walk over unwillingly and, with practiced ease, kneel before his father.
Yu Jiuqing's thin lips pursed as he looked at him. "Do you know what you did wrong?"
Yu Zihan's attitude toward his father was nowhere near as soft as it had been with his mother. He straightened his back and declared, "I don't believe I've done anything wrong!"
Hearing this completely unsurprising answer, Yu Jiuqing was so furious he laughed.
After sparring with this son of his, both openly and in secret, for over ten years, he knew his temperament well enough.
He didn't let his anger show. His right index finger tapped lightly on the stone tabletop as he calmly asked, "Yu Zihan, how old are you?"
"Twelve…"
