"Huh?"
"President Zhao, then what do you suggest to calm this matter?"
Sir Qin was obviously taken aback, his expression turning very unsightly, but he didn't dare to utter a word of complaint, choosing instead to accept his fate.
No choice, in this small turf, Zhao Tienan's father was such a heavyweight that almost no one dared to cross him.
"Kneel down and apologize to my son and daughter-in-law, each of you has to kowtow a hundred times. Besides that, when you see my son, you need to call him uncle; when your son sees my son, he needs to call him grandpa. Did you hear that?"
Zhao Liwei declared with an undeniable authority, word by word, or else it would mean all-out war.
"Ah, alright, I understand."
"Qin Yunhao, hurry up and kneel to your grandpa. While washing his feet, hum a tune for him!"
Sir Qin gritted his teeth, though extremely unwilling within, he had no other options.
