The next day, I took a trip to the hospital and picked up a hard copy of the paternity report. With this trump card in my hand, I finally have some solid footing to stand up to Sang Shixi.
And so, there I went, straight to Sang Shixi. Not unexpectedly, Mr. Dong stopped me short outside Sang Shixi’s office.
Every crease and fold on that fat and plump face of his all displayed his unrestrained disdain and disgust towards me.
Though I could say without a second thought that the feeling was quite mutual. Every time I see him I always had an uncontrollable urge to stomp his face into a piece of rotten scrambled egg.
“I’m here to see Sang Shixi.” I said to the fat head.
“Mr. Sang will have no time for you.” Mr. Dong said, with his face held high looking up towards the ceiling and his nose upturned. If I have a bag of cement with me, I’d stuff those haughty nostrils of his with it, permanently.