Inside the Wenxiang Pavilion, there were only two people seated at the moment!
Ji Qiang looked at his father's swollen face and felt his own eyelid twitching violently:
"Dad... Dad, is your face okay?"
Ji Qiang felt extremely fortunate at this moment, thankful that Ye Feng hadn't beaten him, or else his handsome and dashing face would have turned into a pig's head!
But upon hearing Ji Qiang's words, Deputy Prime Minister Ji Ming was nearly infuriated to the point of explosion:
"Fuck your mother! Do I look like I'm okay? You little bastard, why didn't you stop that asshole from hitting me earlier! If I had known I'd raise such a useless waste like you, I should've shot you against the wall back then! Damn this rotten ground, growing such a rotten weed like you!"
Ji Ming cursed at his son, his heart boiling with fury!
As a dignified deputy prime minister, getting brutally beaten up, while his son stood by without even daring to fart, how could he not be angry!
