"You found out?" After Pei Chengde named Sheng Zhenguo, Pei Yibai stopped playing dumb with his father.
"What, now you understand what I'm saying? Weren't you claiming ignorance?" Pei Chengde sneered, the veins on his forehead throbbing visibly.
When this matter reached his ears, he couldn't believe it. His son wasn't a bully, so how could he have done such a thing?
But Pei Chengde took an hour of his time to personally visit Sheng Zhenguo in the hospital, and the facts were as the message had described.
Of course, the person in question had been unconscious for a while and had no idea that Pei Chengde had come to see him.
Otherwise, Sheng Zhenguo would probably want to jump up and fight for his life against him.
Pei Yibai remained silent; to argue with Pei Chengde, who was in a rage, would undoubtedly be adding fuel to the fire.
