In the hospital room, the scent of disinfectant and the fragrance of flowers mingled together.
Lying on the bed, Zhou Bingquan's eyes, which were muddled, only cleared up a bit upon seeing the two people at the door.
"You really raised a fine son," Zhou Lengshan was the first to speak, brimming with resentment. "Now he's helping outsiders against his own kin!"
Unlike Zhou Lengshan's anger, Zhou Jingwei regarded Zhou Bingquan with a cold and calm gaze.
Zhou Bingquan, for some reason, felt a twinge of guilt.
"Lengshan," Zhou Bingquan spoke up, his voice raspy: "Let me talk to Jingwei alone."
Zhou Lengshan revealed a smile that seemed to have been expected and, as he was leaving, he turned to look at Zhou Jingwei with heavy sarcasm, "Zhou Jingwei, you've had it too easy all along. It doesn't matter if you don't realize what you're doing, but today, let your father teach you a good lesson!"
