He walked over, grabbed the recommendation letter from my hands, and ripped it to pieces.
Still not satisfied, he went on scolding.
“If you were really capable, why would you even need a recommendation letter? The truth is, you’re just not good enough!”
“You’d better get married early instead of running after work, so we won’t have to worry about you all the time!”
I watched the scraps of paper flutter across the floor, yet my expression remained calm.
“Dad, I hope your ability is good enough. That was your promotion recommendation letter from your workplace.”
