Under Lin Chen's coercion, Wadi dialed his son's phone.
The call connected quickly, and screams could still be heard from the other end, "Dad, what's up? I'm busy beating someone up right now."
"Are you beating up a teacher from Yalong University?" Wadi asked.
"Yes, you two told me to break his legs," came Wadi's fierce voice from the other side.
"You dare! Stop it right now," Wadi shouted.
On the phone, Vara was taken aback, "Dad, what's wrong, do you know this teacher?"
"You rotten kid, you kneel down immediately right now, apologize to the teacher, then take him to the hospital, and transfer a million to his account," Wadi yelled angrily.
"What? Dad, you're not crazy, are you!" Vara's voice came incredulously through the phone.
"You're the one who's crazy. Hurry up, or else don't expect to receive any pocket money from me ever again," Wadi said furiously.
"No no, I'm kneeling, I'm kneeling," came Vara's panicked voice from the phone.
