"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and apologize to your dad. Stop making such a fuss in the middle of the night."
"Exactly. If he were my son, I'd have strung him up and thrashed him by now."
Young Yang looked around incredulously, unable to believe he was being stared at by these Danjia people—his so-called relatives.
In their eyes, Monkey wasn't a person at all, just a piece of merchandise to be sold!
Young Yang's gaze gradually shifted, finally landing on his own father, Chi Baishui, as bitterness flooded his heart.
It wasn't just Monkey! He, his own son, was no different in his father's eyes—just something to be exchanged for Silver!
Just then, Chi Baishui saw that Young Yang still hadn't moved. In front of all the neighbors, he felt he was losing face.
He rolled up his sleeves, walked up to Young Yang, and slapped him fiercely across the face. "Kneel down for me!"
