"Uh..."
Before he could speak, his son started yelling. Zhang Deren's face immediately darkened, and then he slapped him, snorting coldly, "Why the hell are you yelling! You're driving your old man deaf!"
"So... sorry!"
After being slapped by his father, Zhang Xingyi's face changed, and he immediately showed a look of terror and hurriedly apologized. Although his father was reluctant to hit him, there were times when interrupting or saying the wrong thing would anger him.
Despite his fearless nature, he was most afraid of his father.
"So you're the one who hit my son?!"
Since Hao Jian was held by the assassin with his head down, Zhang Deren didn't see Hao Jian's face, but he didn't care anyway. After all, they were all as good as dead, so nothing mattered anymore.
As he looked at this familiar figure, he couldn't quite place it, so he said, "Raise your head for me!"
"Hmm? Did someone call me?"
