"I am your dad!" Zhang Longhu, such an honest and sincere man, finally chose to erupt instead of perishing in silence.
Ignoring his injuries, Zhang Longhu grabbed a porcelain bowl nearby and hurled it at the young man opposite him. The young man dodged easily and then furiously said, "See, I told you he's a bastard without a mother! Fine, I've always been reluctant to bully others, but you forced this on me."
After speaking, the young man picked up his cell phone and made a call.
When Zhang Longhu threw the porcelain bowl, it was as if he had used up all his courage. His face turned pale, and he said to Song Yun, "Crap, I lost control for a moment. We need to run!"
"Why run?" Song Yun said with a smile, "Your throw was really off the mark."
"You're screwed. My brothers will be here any second! I always wanted to keep a low profile, but you pushed me to this!" said the young man, looking pitifully at Song Yun and Zhang Longhu.
