Zhao Jincheng was furious, but it was utterly useless.
Not only did he fail to hit Zhao Rui, but he also got an earful from his own father.
His expression all but said it: 'How did I raise such a good-for-nothing? Your son is way better than you!'
Once his father had spoken, Zhao Jincheng took the excuse to back down gracefully. Everyone sat back at the table, once again talking and laughing.
It wasn't that he actually wanted to beat Zhao Rui; the truth was, he was just scared for him in hindsight.
Swords have no eyes, and firearms even less so.
If he'd gotten so much as a scratch, it would have been too late for regrets.
What parent wouldn't worry about or ache for their own son?
His outburst was, in a way, also a substitute for voicing his wife's grievances. 'After all these years of you looking down on our family with scorn and sarcasm...'
'...in the end, my son is the one who saved you. Have you no shame!'
