Lin Dong called out to him for quite a while, but there was no response, "Lin Zhao, what's wrong? What are you looking at?"
Lin Zhao raised his hand and pinched Lin Dong, causing him pain as Lin Dong cried out.
"You're crazy! Why pinch me?" Lin Dong glared at him, annoyed.
Lin Zhao pointed at the scrolling title on the screen and asked, "What does this say?"
Lin Dong looked up at the screen and before he even made out the details, he couldn't help but retort, "Can't you read it yourself? Or are you saying you can't read at all?"
By the time Lin Dong clearly saw what was on the television, he couldn't help but curse softly, "Damn! What's going on?"
Lin Zhao's father was harmed, a deed supposedly done by Nangong Sanli, and he knew a bit about that.
Lin Zhao had always wanted to take revenge for his father, but to do so properly meant he had to wait for the right moment.
Because of this, Lin Zhao was often agitated, which Lin Dong had tried to talk him out of more than once.
