Wang Tao thumped to his knees on the ground, not saying a word.
Wang Weiting knew his son's character well enough, realizing it would be impossible for him to handle the situation himself.
While scolding Wang Tao, he also turned his attention to Song Yu.
"Song Yu! Come here!"
Seeing even Wang Tao cower, Song Yu became hysterical in his defense.
"Uncle! This whole thing was my cousin forcing me, you know I'm just a toll collector, I didn't write the prescriptions, you can't just let my brother Tao off and put all the blame on me."
Song Yu went into full shameless mode, pushing all responsibility onto Wang Tao.
He even adopted the expression of an aggrieved victim.
Furious, Wang Weiting paced over to Song Yu with his walking stick in hand.
Just as Wang Weiting was about to bring the stick down, Song Yu remained very calm, his face seemingly bearing a look of disdain.
"Go on, Uncle, hit me here, kill me."
