The Complaint Against He Ziqiu!
As it turned out, Wang Yue and the others had been right. He Ziqiu's father, Zhao Guanghua, had planted informants here too. As soon as he heard He Ziqiu was getting married, he hurried over from the United Kingdom.
Zhao Guanghua's reasoning was simple. No matter what, he was He Ziqiu's father, and he planned to sit among the groom's parents at the wedding.
He was sure He Ziqiu wouldn't throw him out and risk disrupting the wedding. Once he got his foot in the door, everything else could fall into place naturally.
What he didn't know was that Wang Yue and the others had anticipated his arrival. Less than an hour after he checked into his hotel, He Ziqiu showed up with a group of people.
Zhao Guanghua knew He Ziqiu would come looking for him, but hadn't expected him to arrive so soon. Then he remembered how, over the years, he'd searched all over the world for He Ziqiu and always been a few steps behind. He realized He Ziqiu must have people keeping tabs on him too.
The thought even made Zhao Guanghua feel a little proud. That was his son, all right—always thorough.
In an unusually good mood, Zhao Guanghua asked kindly, "Ziqiu, what brings you here? I was planning to surprise you at your wedding the day after tomorrow."
He Ziqiu replied sourly, "More like scare me half to death. I've told you before: I have nothing to do with you people, and you're not my father.
"And when I get married, Li Dad and Ling Xiao will sit with the groom's parents. There's no place for you here. Get as far away from me as you can."
Zhao Guanghua's expression shifted. He hadn't expected his son to refuse to