"Ah!!!"
The agonized scream of Qiao Xuan instantly drew the attention of everyone at the barbecue stall, as they pointed and murmured among themselves. Some who had arrived early and probably knew the ins and outs of the situation, quietly gossiped with friends.
"It hurts!!!"
Qiao Xuan clutched his leg, rolling back and forth on the ground incessantly.
Qiao Jianguo grabbed Qiao Xuan's shoulder and bellowed again, "Kneel down and apologize to Mr. Song!"
"I...."
"Smack!"
Qiao Jianguo slapped his own son across the face.
More than the physical pain, what crushed Qiao Xuan was the emotional devastation!
There must have been two or three hundred people at the barbecue stall. By tomorrow, when these hundreds of mouths spread the word, he would have no place in Ya San City!
But his old man was truly ruthless!
His leg was most likely broken!
"Apologize!"
Qiao Jianguo urged, shouting!
"I..."
