Watching Wang Erhu's retreating figure, Zhang Guang stood in a daze for a good ten seconds before he finally came back to his senses.
His face flush with excitement, he looked at Zhang Xiaomeng and asked,
"Son, how did you manage to do it? Wang Laohu is someone who never takes a loss. What exactly did you do to make him bend?"
Zhang Xiaomeng gave a bitter smile and said,
"If you don't want to be bullied by the evil people in this world, there's only one good method. That is, to be even worse than these evildoers and use your strength to make them not dare to infringe upon us."
"Dad, you should rest early. Don't worry about the clinic tomorrow, go up to the back mountain instead. Those herbs need your care."
With that, Zhang Xiaomeng got up and walked towards his own bedroom.
Watching his son's figure, Zhang Guang stood dumbfounded, his eyes quietly moistening.
Early the next morning, Zhang Guang put on a new set of clothes.
