The fatso had barely knelt down when he almost howled out loud! He just wanted to ask if he really was Qiao Feng's own flesh and blood.
He had always heard people on the street say how ruthless Qiao Feng was, but he hadn't believed it! He thought that the old man had grown comfortable in recent years, developing a compassionate heart, even smiling warmly at the cleaning lady in the office.
But who would have thought that this kind-looking middle-aged man could be so cruel to his own son?
"Apologize to me!" Qiao Feng barked harshly, "Apologize properly, or I'll break your legs on the spot!"
The fatso's legs were in such pain that it felt like his heart was being pierced with needles. If he had felt any resistance before, now he didn't dare show even a trace, too angry to speak. He rubbed his kneecaps, oblivious to the onlookers surrounding him, and muttered unwillingly in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."
