"That's right, I'm Wang Jian. You actually dare to come to my place?" Wang Jian stared coldly at Lin Mu and spoke word by word, each syllable filled with hatred.
"Oh? And why wouldn't I dare come?" Lin Mu spread his hands.
"You beat my son into that state, crippled for life, he's still suffering in the hospital, and you still dare ask why?" Wang Jian said stiffly.
"Oh, your son, huh. Then he brought it on himself. Why don't you go ask him why I did that to him? A son as lecherous as yours, if you don't give him a proper beating, having to pay a few days' price is exactly what he deserves. Your damn son ended up like this, but you never thought about those girls he ruined, did you? You've got power and influence, you can stick up for your son, but what about them? So I don't give a damn about you. I crippled your son on purpose. You've got power and influence, so what?" Lin Mu looked at Wang Jian as he spoke.
