From that time on, I knew a truth, the one with the hardest fist is the boss.
So I started to learn how to fight, sparing no one. Only when I was strong enough would no one dare to bully me or try to take my money..."
In the year I turned seven, I was taken away by a group of people. They drove luxury cars and took me to a mansion as beautiful as a palace.
There, I met my father for the first time, a powerful and influential man.
I will never forget the way he looked at me, it was indifferent, not a trace of fatherly affection.
He made me remember that I was his son, and from then on my name would be Tang Yuchen. I would be the second Young Master of the Tang Family, no longer that little beggar who only knew how to scavenge through trash.
Every word he said was cold, an unconditional command. I was scared of him, so I had no choice but to obediently nod and remember it all.
