"Fuck, you got plastic surgery?"
Zhao Kunhu couldn't help but exclaim after seeing Zhao Han's face, which had completely changed.
Zhao Kunpeng furrowed his brows and said irritably, "Are you sick in the head? Of everything you could learn, you had to pick up plastic surgery. And it's not like you were ugly before."
"That's where you're wrong. Plastic surgery is the trend nowadays."
Of course, Zhao Han wouldn't say that it was Chen Yang who had smashed his face and left him with no choice but to undergo surgery.
"Hmph."
Zhao Kunpeng snorted coldly, his face full of displeasure.
However, considering Zhao Han was the most outstanding talent of the younger generation in the Zhaos, he didn't say much more.
Zhao Han asked, "Dad, did the Medegus kill Chen Yang?"
The reason he came to Zhao Kunpeng was precisely to ask about this matter.
He now detested Chen Yang deeply but was no match for him, so he could only pin his hopes on someone else.
