Tang San lowered his head and hurriedly apologized to Tang Hao:
"Sorry, Father. I forgot. I'll go make breakfast right away."
"Mm, go."
Tang Hao nodded unhappily and muttered a reminder, "Hurry up!"
"Yes, Father!"
Tang San did not take Tang Hao's displeasure or urging to heart. Instead, he felt immensely delighted. This is wonderful. Father is finally giving me orders again. I must complete whatever Father tells me to do properly.
To Tang San, this scene looked like a picture of a loving father and a filial son.
However, in the eyes of outsiders, it was undoubtedly a family tragedy of a heartless father maliciously exploiting and abusing his young son.
"Hold it!"
Old Jack could not bear to watch any longer and barked out a rebuke.
He immediately stepped forward, grabbing Tang San's dark arm with one hand while pointing at Tang Hao with the other, blowing his beard and glaring furiously.
"Tang Hao, is that any way to treat a child?"
"You have hands and feet yourself. Can't you cook your own meals?"
"You actually make Xiao San, a little child, wait on you. Aren't you ashamed?"
"He's only six years old! Have you no shame at all?!"
"..."
As Old Jack pointed at him and became increasingly overbearing, Tang Hao's scruffy, dark face turned even blacker, like the bottom of a pot.
He says he's only six? Bullshit. He's an old monster!... Tang Hao grumbled inwardly.
Then, with a gloomy expression, he snorted and snapped back at Old Jack without the slightest courtesy:
"Humph! Xiao San is my son, not yours. How I treat him is a matter between father and son. What the hell does it have to do with you? You're meddling in things that don't concern you."
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