As soon as Mr. Zhao spoke, Mr. Li realized that something was amiss. Not only the few people behind him, but even his own nephew had a swollen and bruised face.
"Weiwei, what happened?" Mr. Li asked, his voice laced with deep concern.
Weiwei Li was the son of Mr. Li's elder brother, who had died at a young age. The boy had always been raised by him, and with only a daughter at home, this nephew was all the more dear to him, like a son. Seeing him injured, Mr. Li was naturally flooded with emotion.
Without waiting for Weiwei Li to say much, Mr. Li instinctively felt a protective rage, and turned to Mr. Zhao, "Mr. Zhao, you must stand up for my nephew."
Mr. Zhao smiled faintly, initially thinking his visit was quite boring.
But now, seeing that something had happened, he was intrigued, "You, Li, have made great contributions to the Exhibition Center. I surely cannot ignore your affairs..."
With that, he turned his head to look at Weiwei Li, "Someone caused a scene at the venue?"
