"Dad!"
Zheng Kuo's eyes were bloodshot, his breathing heavy. After dialing the phone, he said sullenly:
"I was bullied!"
"Serves you right!" The voice on the other end of the line was extremely cold, showing no concern whatsoever, making it hard to believe this was actually between father and son:
"I've told you long ago to keep a low profile in your affairs, but you just wouldn't listen. It's good to learn a lesson this time to avoid causing major trouble for the family in the future."
"Bang!" Zheng Kuo slammed his fist hard on the sofa, roaring:
"I was beaten to the point of spitting blood. Whether my bones are broken or not is still up in the air, and that's how you care for your son?"
"..." President Zheng was silent for a moment, then said:
"Who did it?"
"Someone named Fang Zheng." Zheng Kuo was overjoyed, a grim look on his face:
"Dad, I want to make sure he doesn't die a good death!"
