Knowing that he had to face him today, he could not bear it!
He dashed through their house doors, leaving her in the living room, and made a beeline for the study room. The moment he pushed open its doors, he could see his father pacing back and forth in front of the window; his face was a mask of rage.
As his father heard the doors opening, he turned to sweep him with a pair of fierce eyes.
He instantly backed away a couple of steps under the harsh stare. Cold sweat began to form on his forehead.
His shoulders shrank back in fear as he stammered, "D-Dad, what happened to you? What do you need me for?"
Du Boxiong glared at him as he walked to his desk and sat down. Seeing his son in shock and not moving from his original standing position, he realized that he had lost control of his emotions. Looking at his treasured son, he could not help but hold in his anger and keep his temper in check. He tapped the desk and spoke in a deep voice, "Sit down!"
His son's brows twitched as he sat down at the desk slowly.
He let out a disappointed sigh, asking coldly, "Jiayan, who have you offended with your actions these past few days?"
"Offend? Who did I offend?" His son raised a brow, clearly not putting much thought into it. He then shook his head in denial. "There's no one!"
"Tell me the truth!" He furrowed his brows; his tone was gradually getting harsher.
His son retorted indignantly, "Dad, I really didn't! Do I seem like a troublemaker to you? What exactly happened? It's like you ate some explosives, coming at me with such violent criticisms the moment I got home!"
Seeing his father's increasingly ashen face, his voice became lower and softer.
"Heh… ate explosives? You're forcing me to my death with your doings!"
He responded loudly, "What did I do? I didn't do anything!"
"Are you sure? If you didn't do anything, why did others make a call all the way to me? How did you offend them?"
He was getting more confused. "What 'others'? Who are those 'others' you are talking about? Dad, if you want to blame me for something, at least let me understand what's going on!"
"Okay, sure! I'll let you understand everything!"
His father picked up his cup of tea and drank a few large gulps. He then let out a sigh before asking with furrowed brows, "Jiayan, what did you do to offend Master Mu?"
"Master Mu?" He cocked a brow weirdly and then suddenly recalled all that had happened earlier tonight. His heart thumped as he thought inwardly, Did that guy complain to my family?
Despite this, he still did not dare to admit it.
"Who is that? I don't know anyone like that! Which 'Master Mu' are you talking about?"
"How many Master Mus are there in the capital? He's…" His father lowered his voice. "The CEO of Disheng Financial Group, Mu Yazhe!"
Du Jiayan would never dare to admit it. He could only assert that he did not know anything and continue to shake his head in denial. "I don't even know who Mu Yazhe is! How can I offend him if that's the case?"
His father laughed coldly and nodded. "Heh! He heh! Yes, you didn't provoke him, but you bullied his people. Isn't that embarrassing others?"
"His people?" He had a slight foreboding. Did his dad already know about what had happened?
"Who?" He already knew, but he still asked, yet he feared to provoke the situation.
Du Boxiong glared at him and bellowed, "Who else could it be?! Do you still want to play dumb with me? Are you only going to cry when you see the coffin? Be honest with me and tell me everything that has happened in detail!"