Yan Di sneered, "Ask your beloved son, and you will know."
As Yan Di hung up the phone, he reminded Bai Zhenhong to remember to pay compensation because Bai Zhenhong had disturbed his grand esteemed sleep early in the morning.
Bai Zhenhong's Qingyun Villa had been destroyed to an unrecognizable state, the losses yet to be calculated, and Bai Zhenhong hadn't even demanded compensation from him, yet he was the one demanding compensation from Bai Zhenhong.
As soon as the call ended, Bai Zhenhong strode back to where his wife and children were, his towering figure standing in front of Bai Feng. Both father and son were tall, but in the throes of anger, Bai Zhenhong's presence was overpowering, heavily pressing down on Bai Feng, who was just beginning to bloom.
"Dad, what happened?"
Stared at by Bai Zhenhong in such a manner, Bai Feng trembled inside, unaware of what Yan Di and his father had discussed that led his father to glare at him with such ferocity.
