For White's apology, Zhang Beixing merely nodded very blandly.
Because Zhang Beixing had already realized that White was genuinely angry, but also genuinely afraid of him being angry.
Yet it seemed he could not bear to control his reckless eldest son.
As for the specific reason, Zhang Beixing speculated it probably had something to do with his lame leg.
After all, in such a family, material and money cannot be their pursuit, what they truly care about might be face.
And such a physical defect might unconsciously make him feel inferior.
However, Zhang Beixing didn't really care about these things; what he truly wanted to understand now was why the monster disappeared last night without a trace?
Perhaps he still needed to rely on Peter for this.
The monster had been chased away, and there were no other clues tonight.
After briefly greeting Peter and the steward, Zhang Beixing led Richard to the room.
