At that moment, Eldest Young Master Zhao finally noticed everyone in the store.
"Li Qian? Wang Ting? Xiao Yuan? Why are you all here?"
And, was his own father actually here too?
What on earth was happening?
Signs of destruction were everywhere in the store, and upon entering, he found that the entire mall had been cleared.
Speaking brought a stiff pain across his face.
He then realized, his own father had just slapped him without asking any questions.
Eldest Young Master Zhao had never been treated like this since he was a child:
"Dad, why did you hit me?" he demanded.
As soon as he spoke, his father looked as if he was going to hit him again.
Luckily, an assistant nearby acted quickly, and the slap did not land.
President Zhao's freshly cooled sweat beads on his forehead began to emerge again.
He glared at his son with a look of disappointed expectation before bringing him to Jiang Ye:
