"Since you three are not vicious criminals, then why did you kidnap—oh, no—approach my son?" Zhao Huipeng lowered his posture and asked.
On the hospital bed, Zhao Fengyun immediately pointed his finger at Xiao Feng: "Dad, during the day, the one who hit me on the street was this bastard."
"Shut up!" Zhao Huipeng angrily rebuked: "There's no place for you to speak here, shameful and embarrassing thing."
Zhao Fengyun felt utterly aggrieved; in his memory, this was the first time his father had spoken so harshly to him.
Besides, he couldn't understand why his dad, who always backed him up, was now speaking in favor of outsiders.
Shouldn't he gather people and incapacitate all these guys?
"You don't know what kind of person your son is?" Xiao Feng retorted.
