With the click of the camera, the photo was taken.
Wang Baiwan and the others hurried over to look at it, then shared it and saved it to their phones as though they had acquired a priceless treasure.
To them, it truly was a treasure. Years later, that photograph alone would help them become powerful figures in their own right, but that was a story for another time.
Creak!
Just then, the door to the top-floor office suddenly opened, and a lavishly dressed man adorned with gold and silver strolled in.
"Dad, where's this Mr. Jun you told me about?" The moment Wang Shiwan entered, impatience showed on his face.
Seeing his son act so flippantly, Wang Baiwan stepped forward and rapped him on the head. "Show some respect. Mr. Jun doesn't like that attitude of yours."
"Sorry, Dad." Rubbing his head, Wang Shiwan nodded hurriedly and scanned the room. His gaze suddenly landed on Jun Wangchen, and he flew into a rage. "You! What are you doing here? You ruined my confession last time, and I haven't settled that score yet. Now you've delivered yourself right to me. Perfect! I'm going to kill you today!"
As he spoke, he moved to grab Jun Wangchen by the collar.
But just then, a slap crashed into his face, spinning him around and leaving him standing there dazed.
"Dad, what are you..." Wang Shiwan clutched his cheek, utterly bewildered.
Wang Baiwan said nothing. He merely gritted his teeth and glared at Wang Shiwan before approaching Jun Wangchen and bowing apologetically. "Mr. Jun, I've failed to discipline my son. I never imagined he'd had a run-in with you. Please forgive him."
Those words struck Wang Shiwan like an explosion, sending his mind reeling.
That lunatic who had ruined his confession was actually the