"What's wrong, Dad?"
"Dad! Hurry up and take care of him!"
The rich kids became anxious when they saw their fathers rooted on the spot.
The middle-aged men stood there, looking at Tang Hao with their faces filled with embarrassment. Two of them even had cold sweat on their foreheads.
Their sons did not recognize this person, but they knew him very well.
'Dammit, of all the people to cross!'
In their hearts, they cursed their sons to hell.
'Do they hate their dads so much?'
"Dad! What are you doing?"
Chang Bin said to his father as he covered his red and swollen face.
The corner of Chang Youfu's eyes twitched. In a fit of anger, he turned around and slapped his son.
Slap!
The crisp sound of the slap stunned everyone, especially the other rich kids.
"Dad, What are you doing? Why did you hit me?" Chang Bin staggered back with a look of disbelief.
