After hearing Xiao Bei's words, Gao Junlin
quickly reached out and put out the fire on Zhao Tailong's belt.
Then he pulled Zhao Tailong up in one swift motion.
Just as he had pulled Zhao Tailong up,
the rooftop door was pushed open again.
The group turned toward the sound.
A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit
came rushing upstairs.
Zhao Tailong had yet to recover his senses.
He was gasping heavily!
"Uncle Zhao, you're here. This is..."
The moment Gao Junlin saw the newcomer, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He was about to introduce Xiao Bei.
But instead, the man strode furiously up to Zhao Tailong.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Several slaps landed directly across Zhao Tailong's face.
The dazed Zhao Tailong was instantly slapped awake.
"You little bastard, you worthless spendthrift!"
"I'm going to get killed by you someday!"
"Do you think your old man can cover the sky with one hand in Ningcheng?"
Zhao Zhenglin glared at Zhao Tailong, his fury rising uncontrollably.
Usually, no matter what you did, your old man supported you.
After all, you were his son.
But that did not mean you could drag your old man down with you!
At that moment, Zhao Tailong had been thoroughly slapped senseless by his father.
He covered his face and looked at his father.
His heart was filled with unspeakable grievance.
His son had nearly died just now, yet the moment he arrived, he gave his son several slaps?
Was he really his biological father?
Zhao Zhenglin glared at Zhao Tailong.
Then he stood up.
His face immediately changed into a smile.
He respectfully approached Xiao Bei.
"President Xiao, hello. I am this bastard's father!"
"I apologize to you on his behalf!"
"I failed to discipline him properly. He dared to offend President Xiao.