"Do you have a son like me? You're not worthy!"
Wang Zongheng was so angry that he coughed. Yuan Haoyang's stepmother, Xie Lifen, hurriedly brought him water and advised him not to be angry.
She turned around and said to Yuan Haoyang in a gentle but slightly stern manner, "Haoyang, you can't anger your father like this! He came to the hospital to visit you when you were injured, but you were the one who got someone to stop him from entering. It's not that he doesn't care about you."
"Yes, because I was afraid that I wouldn't recover from my injuries if I saw him," Yuan Haoyang said.
Wang Zongheng drank a few mouthfuls of water before catching his breath.
Yuan Haoyang declared again, "You don't have to interfere in my and Lin Wenyu's matters. I advise you to stay away from her. Otherwise, I don't mind doing something to make you regret it!"
With that, he turned and left.
Wang Zongheng was so angry that he clutched his chest.
