Striking his son... It truly hurt his own heart.
"I'm no great talent as your father, and I never expected you to achieve great things, but you can't ruin our family!" he lamented. "If you act this way now, what will happen when you grow up and join society? Won't you end up in prison? Do you really think no one can handle you? At home, your grandma and your mom protect you, but outside, no one will indulge you!"
With teary eyes, he repeatedly swung the Seven Wolves.
The screams grew louder and more pitiful.
"Do you realize your mistake?!"
"Do you realize your mistake?!"
"Do you realize your mistake?!"
With each strike, he asked again.
Zhang Linlin, hung upside down, was shedding tears non-stop, constantly begging for mercy.
For a moment, the child's screams and cries echoed around the 28th floor.
What surprised Zhang He was that, apart from his own son's screams, there were also screams from above and below their floor.
It seemed... they really had started fighting too.
