The visitor was a middle-aged man with a stern square face.
He arrived empty-handed, but was dressed in official attire—clearly in such a hurry that he had no time to change his clothes.
Zheng Shangming remained silent, feeling the utmost shame and indignation. For the man before him was none other than his father, known as the Capital Commandant of Beiyaduwei, Zheng Shi.
He was no longer a three-year-old child who needed his parents to shoulder the consequences of his actions. For someone as innately proud and haughty as himself, this was nothing short of humiliation.
The uniform of the Patrol Inspection Bureau naturally signified his status.
Although Wang Yiwu had never met the Capital Commandant of Beiyaduwei before, that didn't mean he wouldn't recognize him now.
He wasn't scared, but this was certainly not within Wen Lianmu's plans.
When situations spiraled out of control, it always caused displeasure.
