"Bastard, why are you still pretending?!" Zeng Chunhui looked at the slap mark on his son's face, his face flushed with anger.
"I, I remembered what I said to you last night, and I was afraid that... afraid you'd be angry, so..."
Zeng Chunhui glared at him coldly, wishing he could slap him to the ground, but seeing the red mark on his face made him both angry and distressed.
"Heh!" Lun Sen sneered, "So, Young Master Zeng had already recovered. I told you my Array couldn't be ineffective! Boss Zeng, you can't blame these slaps on me, can you?"
Zeng Chunhui gritted his teeth and said nothing, but in the end, it was his own son's inadequacy, so he had to swallow his anger and said in a deep voice, "I can't blame you. It's my own fault for having such a son!"
Zeng Jun hung his head low, not daring to speak.
