C181 You Can't Curse Your Son

Exhaling, it's so difficult. Annoyed, he pulled on his neat clothes. His eyes were sore, astringent, painful, hot... The corner of his mouth twitched. Suddenly, he pulled off his clothes with one hand. Two buttons fell off, and the expensive diamond buttons rolled to the ground...

However, this was not enough. He still felt uncomfortable! Insufferable!

With a fierce punch, he hit the wall