Sang Youming was silent, his face void of any extra expression. Mr. Shen clenched his fist and punched him lightly in the chest.
"What's the matter? You've embarrassed yourself in front of me more than once already, and now you're pretending to be shy?"
Sang Youming seemed to be hit at a sore spot and snorted sharply through his nose: "It's fine if it's just you, but last night I embarrassed myself in front of everyone!"
"Weren't you drunk? Nobody took it to heart. Besides, it's not the first time you've humiliated yourself on the program. Remember last time? I joined you in making a fool of myself on camera, and even got a divorce threat from my wife because of it." Mr. Shen squeezed Sang Youming's shoulder and tried to comfort him.
But not only was Sang Youming uncomforted, his breathing grew even heavier. He looked gloomily toward a corner and asked Mr. Shen, "Tell me, is there anyone in this world who treats their old man like their son?"
