Wu Yi was startled by his father's words. He had never seen his father so anxious before, but he still couldn't think of anything frightening about Wang Xiaoqiang, dismissively saying, "Dad, that guy's just a lousy farmer, don't let him deceive you..."
"You stubborn brat, still not realizing the truth? If he didn't have any power, it wouldn't be you going into the interrogation room tonight, but him," Wu Fangyuan said, patting his son's shoulder, "Hurry up, go apologize to him..."
"What? Dad, I... I have to apologize to him?" Wu Yi widened his eyes and said, "Dad, I've already been beaten, I'm dying of grievance, and now you want me to apologize?? I'd rather die than do that..."
"If you don't apologize, Tianwu Group will collapse within a week..." Wu Fangyuan slapped his son's face, looking frustrated and angry.
