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Harboring long-standing grievances, Jiang Zhaolin was also bubbling with fury, looking at his son’s brazen and unbridled demeanor, his blood boiling to the point that he wished this son had never been born.

”If you hit me once, I’ll call the police immediately, and you know, I’ve never cared about saving face. I don’t mind making a scene, but what about Mr. Jiang...” Jiang Chengsi forcefully grabbed his father’s hand.

Firmly!

Peeling off one finger at a time, ”I might not care for face, but do you?”

Father and son clashing, physically involved; the police could only mediate it as a civil dispute, but if news got out, it would become a scandal!

Jiang Zhaolin trembled with rage, yet he had no choice but to let his son pry his hand open bit by bit.