Kang Minghui spat viciously. "All I know is that I'm feeling really awful right now. Sickened. Extremely, extremely sickened."
"What happened?"
Kang Weibao saw the mess outside his son's room and immediately grew displeased.
The moment they saw him arrive, everyone fell silent. Even Su Yongjun, who had been beating his wife, stopped in fear.
"Sir, Young Master Kang..."
Wu Bin leaned close to Kang Weibao's ear and briefly explained what had happened.
After hearing him out, Kang Weibao's expression darkened, turning so black it looked ready to drip ink.
Seeing that he looked upset, Su Yali hurried forward to explain:
"Mr. Kang, there must be some misunderstanding. My parents have a very good relationship, and my mother is already this old. She couldn't possibly lack that much self-awareness..."
Kang Weibao glanced at her and immediately made his decision. "You should all go back first. I'll investigate this matter thoroughly."
"Thank you, Mr. Kang."
After thanking him, Su Yali quickly dragged her parents away, one in each hand.
Seeing this, the others dispersed as well.
Here, no one dared act recklessly in front of Kang Weibao—unless they wanted to be thrown out to face the zombies, unless they didn't want to live anymore.
Seeing his father's grim expression, Kang Minghui swallowed nervously. "Dad..."
Kang Weibao pushed him aside and entered the room.
Only after the door closed did he glare at him with an expression of utter exasperation. "You've made such a mess of things. Do you think there's anything to be proud of?"
In his entire life, everything had gone well for him. His only failure was this son.
Aside from eating, drinking, and having fun, Kang Minghui did nothing all day and was especially lecherous.
Even after the apocalypse began, he had relied on his father's support and