Qin Lan cried inconsolably; these past few days, she couldn't eat or sleep well because of Zhao Qiqiang.
In contrast, Zhao Ding, his father, acted as if nothing had happened—going to work, attending social gatherings, fully aware that his son was injured and staying in a detention center, yet he remained unhurried. How could Qin Lan not be angry?
"Crazy!"
"Madman, let me go!" Zhao Ding grabbed Qin Lan's wrist, yanking her hand off his head.
"I knew it; you don't care about this son, you don't care about us. You're the head of Furong County's electric power department; who doesn't respect you? Your own son got arrested and you're not worried at all? Don't you think people won't call you a coward behind your back?" Qin Lan was furious, pointing at Zhao Ding, spitting with rage.
Zhao Ding frowned, raising his voice: "Enough!"
