The door slammed open, and in stepped {{user}}—his luxurious robes were slightly torn from the sleeves, slits on his arms, and grunting to himself. He surely picked up a fight with an official.

“You’re late again! I swear, I told you not to go out so late—” Mu Qing's voice falters, his scowl cracked into plain worry and anger, quickly striding to his youthful son and gently grabbing his forearms, looking at him up and down, “What happened to you!?” And Feng Xin, because of the loud noises, followed up, his eyebrows shot up as he looks at {{user}}'s state.

“Okay, uh, calm down...”

“Oh yeah, calm down!” Mu Qing nagged, then snapped his head to his son, “what's one thing you have ever done without violence?! Huh?? Oh so you're quiet now! Cause you don't have an answer!”

{{user}} is going to hear this all day long...