"Let's go."
Zheng Aimin shook his head. He knew that his son, whose ambition was as high as the sky, had suffered a blow.
Originally, he thought he was invincible, reaching heights unattainable by others. But now, in the two things he was most proud of, he discovered traces of others helping him.
In fact, he might have only been slightly more capable than ordinary people from the very beginning.
"Finally, I'll ask you one question."
On the way back, Zheng Aimin asked.
"Speak."
Zheng Wenbin leaned against the car window, gazing at the neon lights outside. The "young master" in his heart seemed to have collapsed.
What kind of young master was he?
He was just someone who couldn't achieve anything.
He hadn't reached the Grandmaster realm in martial arts. His position as a private doctor wasn't earned through his own efforts. That company back then wasn't a result of his abilities.
He was nothing.
"Back then, was it you who contacted the Nangong family?"
When Zheng Aimin investigated this matter, he hadn't yet found out who contacted the Nangong family. But he suddenly realized that Zheng Wenbin went to bars almost every night, and there had been some conflicts before.
He delved deeper into these matters and discovered that his son, in the bars, was not like the person he knew.
"No."
Zheng Wenbin replied very simply.
He continued to lean against the car window, looking outside, not saying a word.
"What is this garbage you're wearing!" Zheng Aimin exclaimed angrily upon seeing his earrings and studs. "And this tattoo, what's going on? You're a doctor, and you have tattoos on your hands?!"
"So what? Are these illegal, or have they harmed you?" Zheng Wenbin retorted fearlessly, turning to glare at his father. "I like it, so what? Do you have an opinion? Or do you think this son of yours embarrasses you? Huh?"
"You scoundrel!"
Zheng Aimin spoke as if he was about to hit him.
"Hit me! Hit me here! Kill me! And then drag me out to take the blame, right? It just so happens that we still haven't found who attacked the Lin family. Isn't this a ready-made scapegoat?"
Zheng Wenbin had a look of utter recklessness.
"You!"
Zheng Aimin's hand stopped midway. He coughed violently in anger. "Your wings have hardened! You know you're tarnishing the Zheng family! Look at what you've done these past few days. You're not ashamed but proud, are you? That young girl just now, I investigated. She's less than a month away from being an adult!"
"I'm telling you! If this matter gets out, it's not just embarrassing! You'll go into proper correction mode for me!"
Zheng Wenbin fell silent this time.
Before, he had valid reasons, and he knew that by reasoning with his father, he would have the upper hand. But on this matter, he no longer engaged.
He was also well aware that he was using everything he possessed to enjoy his privileges.
"Fine."
Zheng Wenbin's voice suddenly lowered. "Then take me to the police station."
"Let me surrender myself, confess my mistakes, and send me to the police station for a few years of reform," Zheng Wenbin stared at his father. "How about that?"
"You damn brat!"
Zheng Aimin cursed, and finally couldn't help but slap Zheng Wenbin. "I'll beat you to death, you shameless thing!"
His Zheng family could not afford this disgrace!
He, Zheng Aimin, could not afford it either!