Hearing Xia Liang's words, Director Wu's expression instantly soured. After all, if someone told you that your son was about to die and you would be left to die alone in your old age, no one would take it well.
And Xia Liang knew that speaking so bluntly would provoke the man, but he didn't hide anything. He wasn't some great philanthropist. If he came across a problem, he'd lend a hand. If you didn't believe him, there was nothing more he could do. Besides, Xia Liang wasn't the type to beat around the bush. Whatever he discovered, he said. So he divulged everything he had deduced.
As expected, Director Wu didn't believe a word of it. However, out of respect for Xia Liang's reputation, he managed to restrain his displeasure and said, "Master Xia, I'm afraid you've made a mistake this time. I know my son better than anyone. The walls of our house are covered with his award certificates. How could he possibly be a petty thug?"
