That last punch had been no light blow. When Chu Han raised his hand this time, Jin Zeyu instinctively tried to dodge.
But Chu Han weakly and helplessly withdrew his hand, then let out a dejected sigh as he leaned against the thick tree trunk behind him.
He gave a bitter smile. "I have no right to criticize you. Your father..."
"What?" A bad feeling suddenly rose in Jin Zeyu's heart.
With a complicated expression, Chu Han recounted everything that had happened to Jin Yangbiao. Then, his pitch-black eyes fixed on Jin Zeyu. "Come on. I owe you a punch."
Watching from the side, Wang Cai felt its own face ache. Looking at Jin Zeyu, whose face was now swollen worse than Old Gao's, it felt that Chu Han had truly been driven to the absolute limit to say something so unlike his usual self.
Yet Jin Zeyu fell silent for a long while, lowering his head without making a sound.
Chu Han said nothing else either. The two simply stood there in silence, making the atmosphere in the area so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
No one knew how much time passed...
"Assaulting a general is a serious crime," Jin Zeyu suddenly said.
When Jin Zeyu raised his eyes again, they were already bloodshot. He forcibly held back the tears in them, refusing to let them spill.
He looked at Chu Han and suddenly smiled in relief. "That old man of mine was stubborn and hot-tempered. I used to wish he would hurry up and die, but..."
But when the news of Jin Yangbiao's death in battle had truly arrived, why did he... why did he feel so much like crying?
Chu Han looked away. Waves surged through his hardened heart. He and Jin Zeyu were not far