Jiang Dong whipped out his phone and made a call. "Young Master Cheng, do you think you can spare us a moment? I'm coming with my wayward son to offer our apologies."
There was a response from the other side, which made the man burst into loud laughter.
Jiang Huai flinched in his seat, and a dark cloud passed over his eyes. He fingered the fresh wound on his arm as bitter thoughts swirled inside his head.
…
They drove straight to Cheng Yan's company.
Jiang Dong all but dragged his son into Cheng Yan's office like some prized game from a hunt. "Young Master Cheng," he boomed. "I've brought my son here to apologize to you. We implore you to be merciful and let him off this once."
Beside him, Jiang Huai was shaking slightly, his body covered in bloody cuts.
Cheng Yan was sitting on his chair, his back turned to them. "Whatever is the matter with your son?" he asked slowly.
