Leshi Heyuan's car stopped in front of his home. He pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in. The moment he entered the living room, he saw his father sitting on the sofa with an ugly expression.
Leshi Heyuan sensed that something was wrong. "Father, I'm back."
Leshi Heyuan spoke respectfully.
Leshi Kenta raised his eyes and glanced at his son. With a sharp gaze and an icy tone, he asked, "Have you done anything bad lately? Offended anyone?"
"No, Father. My work has been going smoothly lately. I'm already the grade-level leader." Leshi Heyuan froze, unable to understand why his father was asking this.
"What about outside of work?" Leshi Kenta asked.
"Outside... no, nothing either." Leshi Heyuan thought for a moment and shook his head again. As for Jiang Chuanhao, he had selectively forgotten about that incident, feeling it was unnecessary to tell his father.
Leshi Kenta erupted in anger. He abruptly stood up, swung his arm, and viciously slapped his son across the face.
Smack!
The heavy slap landed on Leshi Heyuan's face, instantly leaving him stunned.
Leshi Heyuan clutched his face and stared at his father in terror. "Father, what are you doing?"
Leshi Kenta's face was filled with fury as he roared, "You bastard! You provoked someone you shouldn't have outside, and today I have to teach you a lesson!"
As he spoke, he pulled a baseball bat from behind the sofa and raised it high. Leshi Heyuan was terrified. "Dad, I really didn't do anything!"
"Get on your knees!"
Leshi Kenta shouted.
Frightened by his father, Leshi Heyuan obediently knelt down.
Leshi Kenta no longer wanted to hear anything he had to say. He swung the bat down hard. Leshi Kenta had practiced kendo before and handled the bat skillfully. With one vicious blow,