In the hospital ward.
Zhang Nachuan was about to be discharged after his check-up showed no issues, and Zhang Anfeng and Lin Yi hurried over to see the old man off.
Thinking of their son who was still bedridden in the hospital, unable to get up, Lin Yi stepped forward, "Dad, before you leave, would you like to see little Zhou? The child already knows he was wrong. If he could get out of bed, he would have already come to apologize and beg for your forgiveness."
Zhang Nachuan paused for a moment, glanced at Lin Yi's bloodshot eyes, not to mention the stubble on his eldest son's face, yet he still wouldn't relent, "This little brat is a victim of his own folly. Now he's even daring to pull a knife on people. Such a grown-up yet so reckless with no understanding at all. And you want this old man to go see him? You better ask him first where he gets the nerve!"
