With that, he turned and fixed an icy glare on the young man leaning against his son's car, arms crossed, enjoying the spectacle.
"Kid, are you the one who beat up my son?"
Fang Chenyi simply shrugged.
"That's right, I beat up your son. But you should probably ask him what started it all."
But as soon as Fang Chenyi finished, Yue the Seventh coldly cut him off.
"Spare me the useless excuses. If my son was at fault, I'll pay. Here." He held out a bank card. "There's five hundred thousand on this card. That should be more than enough to cover his mistake, don't you think?"
He took a bank card from his pocket and held it out to Fang Chenyi, continuing,
"But the fact that you laid a hand on my son? That's not something we're just going to let slide. Ma, call the company's legal department. Tell them to contact the police and arrange for an official injury assessment for Yue Jin."
