Father Zhao gave a slight nod. "I understand. I'll handle this. You don't need to worry about it."
"You have to get justice for our son!" Mother Zhao suddenly turned her head, her eyes still red. "I saw that Lu Mingfei at the parents' meeting. He looked shifty-eyed and sneaky, obviously no good. That bastard with a father to sire him but no mother to raise him!"
The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, her voice rising sharply. "And that interviewer from the United States—so what if he's a foreigner? Does he think he can do whatever he wants here?"
Father Zhao gently shook his head. "This involves a foreign guest. It won't be easy to handle. If it's mishandled, it could affect our international image. Without conclusive evidence, the police won't act rashly."
He paused and lowered his voice. "Besides, he came as a representative of an American university. His background isn't simple."
"So many people saw it. How can he deny it?" Zhao Menghua struggled to sit up, tugging at his wounds and grimacing in pain. "Lu Mingfei isn't a foreign guest, is he? Wouldn't it be easy to deal with him?"
He feared that elegant yet vicious interviewer, but he wanted to pour all his hatred onto Lu Mingfei.
Being publicly humiliated by someone he could normally stomp on at will, clinging to that person's leg and begging for mercy—this was harder for him to bear than the pain of his injuries.
"First, you need your classmates to be willing to testify for you," Father Zhao said darkly.
At that moment, Chen Wenwen timidly interjected, "Um... the interviewer isn't American. He's Chinese."
"I'll have someone investigate." Father Zhao waved his hand and turned to leave the hospital room.
He stopped at the end of the