"Bang!"
As Hao Jian's words just fell, Zhang Deren's face turned pale with no color, his legs trembling, he directly kneeled towards Hao Jian.
Seeing his father kneel, Zhang Xingyi lost the last bit of courage, and also kneeled towards Hao Jian, but his whole body was covered in injuries, making him shiver uncontrollably.
"Young Master Hao..."
Looking at the expressionless Hao Jian, Zhang Deren's body trembled, his lips bitter, and he said, "I'm... I'm sorry! I... I shouldn't have... shouldn't have offended you!"
"Young Master Hao! Young Master Hao!"
When Zhang Xingyi met Hao Jian's indifferent gaze, his expression changed, and he crawled to Hao Jian's feet, ignoring his injuries, directly holding onto his foot, crying for mercy from his mouth.
"It wasn't, it wasn't me! It was... it was all my father!"
"Please spare me, let my father go!"
"What?!"
