After Lu Yaohua received the call, he got someone to fetch his son quickly. He looked at Lu Ze, who was on the verge of death, and he was furious!
It was one thing for Lu Ze to borrow his car to chase after a girl, but it was quite another to end up losing the girl and getting a beating instead. Most importantly—the girl even ran away with his elder son! Wasn't this a slap to his own face in public?
He wondered how he could have raised such a useless son like Lu Ze!
Compared with Lu Ming, they were worlds apart. The former was so outstanding, but the latter was utterly useless.
They were both his sons!
He had never thought that it was his fault. After all, in his opinion, Lu Ze's environment was much better than Lu Ming's. His younger son should be better than Lu Ming, but in reality, it was the complete opposite.
