Old Mr. Han said this as if he wanted to distance himself completely. The foster son he protected for so many years had now lost the warmth in his eyes.
"Dad, Mom, how can you believe only his side of the story!" Han Zaijing forcefully rushed to the elders, fists waving, making others worry he might lose control in the next second and hurt someone.
Han Luoli signaled to the two men in suits, who quickly restrained Han Zaijing.
"Zaijing..." Wen Zhiyan finally came to his senses, still willing to play the pitiful image at this moment: "Dad, Mom, Zaijing is not that kind of person, there must be some misunderstanding!"
"If it's a misunderstanding, then why didn't he agree when Luoli proposed multiple times to inherit the Han Family?!" Old Mr. Han hit the nail on the head.
Han Zaijing fiercely resisted, and as the family head, his dignity was being stomped into the ground and crushed into mud.
