Marshal Chu looked at his younger son's slovenly, swaggering stance, and his anger flared.
The newspaper in his hand smacked down on the table. His tiger-like eyes brimmed with fury. "He's still young?"
"He's already twenty! When I was his age, I was married with children and had already followed my old superior to conquer the world."
"And look at Qingyun. He's only two years older than him, yet he's already returned from studying abroad and is training with me in the army."
"As for him, he can't study well, and when I sent him to train in the army, he couldn't endure the hardship. He sneaked back by himself after only a few days. Then I sent him abroad, but he refused to go. I really don't know what he wants to do in the future, or what he'll be capable of."
Madam Chu hurriedly shot her son a look and pushed him toward the stairs.
"What's so great about studying?"
"A family like ours can inherit the family business and live a happy life even without studying. If the child doesn't want to study, why do you have to force him?"
"The army is already a hard place, and his health isn't good. Wouldn't sending him there just be making him suffer?"
"As for going abroad, I've already heard about it from Qingyun. Things are very chaotic overseas right now, and those foreigners have always looked down on us. If our Yihan went there, wouldn't he just be bullied to death?"
Madam Chu looked heartbroken and reluctant, not feeling that there was anything wrong with what she had said.
She continued standing in front of her younger son, criticizing him point by point.
"When our Qingyun insisted on going back then, I was worried. As expected, all my