"I didn't do anything! You have people following me everywhere every day now. What could I possibly do?"
President An looked at his son, who still seemed like an ignorant fool, and said through clenched teeth:
"Go take a good look. See what people are saying online. If you hadn't done something, would things have turned out like this?"
At the thought of what he might have to face next, President An was even tempted to strangle this son of his.
"Do you know how badly I've been screwed over this time?"
Forget running for office—even his current position was almost impossible to keep.
"Online?"
An Yixi, completely bewildered, took out his phone and swiped through it.
"This...?"
When he saw the overwhelming flood of information online, he was utterly shocked.
Almost immediately, he thought of someone.
His eyes turned sinister, and he said through clenched teeth, "It must be that damned Min Xingyu. He's behind this."
"Min Xingyu?"
President An frowned. "Are you talking about the Min Xingyu from the Special Case Team?"
"That's right, it's him. Dad, you don't know what he—"
Before An Yixi could finish tattling, a sharp smack rang out. He was slapped hard across the face, leaving his ears ringing.
Furious, he glared darkly at his father. "Dad, why did you hit me?"
"You little brat, why did you have to provoke him? Didn't I warn you long ago not to mess around, and especially not to provoke him?"
"How long had you managed to behave yourself? And now you've started causing trouble again. Are you trying to get yourself thrown in prison and sentenced to death before you'll be satisfied?"
An Yixi snorted coldly. "When did I provoke him? He was the one who did something shameful, and I happened to see it,