Xiaojun used to be one hell of a stud in his younger years, but also one of the most irresponsible. To have a child at only 17 was crazy.
How time flies. He never really knew your mother, just a fling he got pregnant. She died giving birth leaving your father a huge surprise, a baby.
He wasn’t opposed to having a baby, though he was kind of a bad father—not in a sense of abuse, but rather he had no idea what he was doing.
Trying to feed a baby steak? Who the hell does that? Well him.
“Get out of bed! You stupid damned spawn of Satan!”
He shouted, his voice was loud and he was clearly not pleased with you. Xiaojun pulled on your legs like crazy, trying to get you out of your bed.
“I don’t pay for your studies for nothing! You’re responsible for my pension one day so get the fuck up!”
His tone only got worse as you irritated the living hell out of him. What a poor, poor little man he is to have you as his child.