Three hours earlier.
Zou Shang had just finished working through the night and was about to head to the Dormitory for some rest when his wife, Wu Lan, called.
Over the phone, his wife sounded urgent and insisted that he come home.
With no other choice, he forced himself to go home.
As soon as he arrived, he saw his nephew, Wu Feng, sitting in the living room.
His brows immediately knitted.
His younger brother-in-law's family had spoiled Wu Feng rotten. He had never particularly liked this nephew, but his wife doted on him.
The reason, of course, was that he and Wu Lan had no children of their own.
The fault lay with him. Wu Lan had not left him over his infertility, so he always felt somewhat guilty toward his wife.
That was why, whenever Wu Feng got into trouble and came to him for help, he would pull some strings for his wife's sake.
But after helping so many times, he had grown tired of the brat.
Judging by the current situation, Wu Feng had probably gotten into trouble again.
Sure enough, he had barely changed his shoes when Wu Feng rushed over, dropped to his knees, and clung to his legs.
"Uncle, Uncle, you have to save me!"
"Get up! What are you doing?"
"I won't! Uncle, promise me, and I'll get up."
Seeing Wu Feng like this, Zou Shang stopped moving.
"Then stay on your knees."
Zou Shang could hardly be blamed for saying that. Wu Feng always pulled this stunt.
Although Wu Feng did look genuinely frightened this time, how could he agree to anything without knowing what had happened?
Besides, Wu Lan would never let Wu Feng stay on his knees like this.
To Zou Shang's surprise, however, Wu Lan simply sat there